I admit I get giddy at the thought of a warm, gooey chocolate chip cookie melting its way down my gullet, leaving smudges of evidence all over my face and fingertips. I rejoice before, during, and after my annual Cookie Baking Day every holiday season. After all, the birth of eleven kinds of cookies on one day should be a frickin' national holiday. I don't need it to be, though. It's a holiday in my own mind. It's true I gained 5lbs to commemorate the arrival of glorious butter cookies, chocolate bark, angelettes, nutella-stuffed cookies, and more....but for the first time in a LONG time, Cookie Baking Day did not result in me eating everything in sight with reckless abandon for the next month.
Despite my inclination to celebrate a perfectly moist rainbow cookie or pop a chewy almond ball into my mouth, I have been forging healthier habits. Yay for bits of progress! And yay to my mother for being a fantastic partner in accountability. I really can't take all of the credit.
"When are you weighing in?" she would ask. Eyebrows drawn. Expectant tone deployed.
"Well....I really don't want to. I've been eating the cookies."
"You can't hide. You should just face it. Get it over with."
"I know, but..." Silence. No way out. She's right. Damn it. "You're right, Mom. I'm going tomorrow."
I don't expect to be perfect. I don't expect to never eat a cookie again. Ha!
I do expect to stay focused.
However, I am taking my bit of progress as a sign that I can make changes to my habits. I lost those cookie pounds plus some. :)
It is really empowering when you finally realize that you have the power to reimagine yourself...to boost yourself up...to begin a new chapter.
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