Today I simply allowed myself to be bad for the last time. Every bite I took of the cookies. however, in my mind I could feel them accumulating on my hips, thighs, flank area, and midsection. The sugar didn’t even taste good. It was the crispy crunch of the shortbread, the sweetness of the chocolate, and the container of peanut butter that kept me going. Nothing was Paleo. Nothing.
The last several day have been brutal and I’ve been beating myself up over it. Girl Scout cookie time is killing my Paleo efforts. I cannot help it. Well, I could. But they only come around once a year and Caramel Delights (Samoa’s) are well, delightful.
Tomorrow there’s a chicken breast, salad, eggs (lots of eggs!) bacon, sausage, a banana and other fruit calling my name. And this weekend I’ll do a better job of cooking for the week so Paleo won’t suffer (or my pancreas for that matter!)
Remember I talked about joining Once A Month Mom? I think I will do that next weekend, for sure. This weekend I have to go to my day job one extra time (Saturday,) so I’ll be exhausted on Sunday a will not feel like cooking the whole day. Next weekend I’m freeeeee so filling up the freezer then doesn’t seem like an impossibility. It seems like a daunting task, but I need meals ready to go. There is no time during the week to cook! When did life become so busy?
Tomorrow is a new day. No cheats. One hundred percent Paleo. No Girl Scout cookies. (Good news though: Dancing Queens troop is doing very well with cookie sales. We have sold 200 boxes just her and me! That’s a lot of cookies! I realize there are over-achieves who sell thousands of boxes on their own, but for me, 200 is plenty!)