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Confessions Of A Girl Scout Cookie Eater

I'm ashamed to admit it, but I've been a cookie eating machine since the Girl Scouts brought out their new line of tasty treats on Valentine's Day.  I've plowed through 6 boxes!  But, it's not my fault.  I blame it all on the cute little kids in my neighborhood who came knocking on my door, as well as my neighbor Quanda who is a Cookie Mom.  For those of you who don't know what a Cookie Mom is, let me explain.  A Cookie Mom is the person in charge of distributing the boxes of cookies to all the other moms for their children to deliver.  Which means, the C.M. has hundreds of cases of cookies stored in her home or garage.  In my defense I only ordered 4 boxes from my neighbors kids, and I used the majority of two of the boxes during my Redneck Dinner Party when I crushed them up into a Chocolate Jell-O Pudding Pie, but then I caved in and called Quanda for more when I was sick a couple of weeks ago.

If you haven't heard, Girl Scout Cookies are medicinal.  I was working from home and was completely miserable and knew that the only thing that could get me through the day were the chewy, coconut and carmel delights we all know as Samoas.  So I text Quanda the following message:  "I'm home on the couch and dying.  Please deliver a box of Samoas A.S.A.P.  I'll leave $4 for you under the mat".  She showed up at my door immediately carrying not one, but TWO boxes of my favorite cookies.  So what else could I do but eat them....ALL....within the next 24 hours.   (Disgusting, I know, and yet it happened.)

Now the bad news:  when I woke up this past Monday I felt like I was hungover from eating so much sugar over an entire week.  Then I hopped on the scale and about fell over.  I gained 2 pounds!  The good news: my C.M., a.k.a. crack-like-cookie dealing neighbor, is out of cookies and I'm going cold turkey on the sugar until I can come down from this high and lose the weight I gained over the past week.  I typically do a Saturday cheat day but that is NOT happening for the next couple of weekends.  My mom has always said, "Kelly Ann....you play you gotta pay." 

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