I Did NOT Eat All the Cookies
I sent out a silent plea to my bathroom scale to read under a certain number (a lady never tells). The scale laughed at me. "Yeah, right," she said. (Of course it's a she. I'm in my bathroom!) "Aren't you the same person who ate half a box of Thin Mints last night?" "So?" I asked, indignant that she would even bring up such a thing. What I consume in the privacy of my own bedroom is my own business. I got on the scale any way, and lo and behold, it was five pounds over my requested number. What really stinks is that I had set a goal at the beginning of the year to be at my ideal weight by my birthday next month. Alas, I still have 10 pounds to go. I think that's where I started in the first place. I'm not sure why I'm surprised. I was supposed to start running again at the first of the month. I don't like running outside in the cold and I haven't saved up for a treadmill yet. So, I exercised... o...