I haven’t told you of all the awesomeness of my healthy adventures this week because there haven been absolutely no adventures into the world of healthiness.  None.  I haven’t gone to the gym, I haven’t quit drinking cokes, I haven’t consumed the suggested amount of water, my pyramid has not been followed, and I made some cookies last night, damn it, cause they sounded good and Naomi was over, and SHE IS GOOD AT MAKING COOKIES.

 Heck, I was even going to bring the cookies to work today, and share them with everyone until I thought: “Good heavens.  Why am I going to give all these delicious cookies away to all these people? I could eat them MYSELF. DUH.”

I ate the world’s greatest mashed potatoes ever made by yours truly last night, and I’m fully aware of the inordinate amount of butter that was in them.  And I’m aware that the cookies I made were BUTTER cookies.  And I didn’t even care.  I asked around to see if I could just get some High Fructose Corn Syrup that I could drink straight.  And perhaps I could get that fried in some fully hydrogenated oil?

I’ll do better next week.  This week was a chocolate-havin’, cookie-makin’, don’t-care-what-my-calorie-intake-is kind of a week.

 Oprah makes me feel guilty for eating what I want.