Internet forgive me, for I have sinned.  It has been 5 minutes since my last cookie.

I didn’t mean to.

I’ve been chowing down on salads and egg whites and other moderately disgusting food type items for weeks now.  I’ve been strong, regardless of the dollar bills in my purse, and how easily they could translate themselves into cokes from the vending machine or girl scout cookies from the lady IN MY OFFICE who is selling them.  I have been strong.  I have not purchased a box.  I have not eaten a cookie.

Until today.

“What fantastic box of cookies did you just open?” I asked the lady that sits to my left.
“Thanks-A-Lot,” she said, appropriately.
And that’s when I decided that I needed one of those fantastic, crunchy, delicious, shortbread based cookies.

And oooh, was it ever delicious.

I’d been doing so well.  Over the weekend, I was going to proudly report to you, that I followed my suggested diet to a T!  I ate protein until I thought there would be no more protein on the earth for me to consume.  I avoided carbs!  I had many much leafy greens! Dark ones, even!

Sigh.  I suppose one cookie won’t ruin all this work that I’ve been doing.  Zack and I are still on-track with the workouts, and I’m proud to say that I no longer feel like death at the end.

Moderately coma-ish, yes, but that’s better than death, right?