This really needs to stop happening.
You guys know I love cookies. I profess my love for them in about 90% of my posts, I’d say. So even if you just skimmed though my blog without reading anything, there are enough pictures of cookies for you to get the memo that yes, I love cookies.
But seriously, if I don’t stop eating cookies, I am going to be 8 bagillion pounds. The amount of cookies that have made their way into my office recently would make even the Cookie Monster jealous.
I. Can’t. Stop. Eating. Cookies.
This is a really meeting-heavy time of year in our office. We have a lot of committees that meet, and our office is the “corporate office”, so therefore the home base. These meetings typically take all day, and obviously we need to feed the attendees, because who can make an executive decision on an empty stomach?
No one, that’s who.
We usually order lunch from the same place, and with lunch comes a platter of cookies. Every time. We have had three meetings so far this week (and another tomorrow), which means three platters of cookies.
Sometimes I will piggyback on the lunch. But because I’m not usually in these committee meetings, I kind of feel like a vulture showing up in their boardroom at lunchtime with a plate in my hand. Obviously I am only there for one thing.
So unless leftovers are brought upstairs, I will usually hold back. I do have some restraint (contrary to what some people may believe).
Cookies are another story though.
Today’s lunch was lasagne, and I was quite satisfied eating my leftover chicken noodle soup…
But I knew there were cookies downstairs…and they were calling to me. After I finished my soup, I wandered downstairs into the boardroom to snag a quick little cookie. Sneaking in for a cookie, saying hi to everyone, and ducking back out is no biggie. And one cookie is no biggie.
But once the meeting is over, the remainder of the cookies are brought back up to our office. And since everyone knows about my love of cookies, they are brought into my office. What do you do when someone sets 30 cookies down in front of you and says, “I brought these for you!”
I try to say “Oh no no, I really can’t eat another cookie…” (halfheartedly, fine)
But then they say “Hey, didn’t you run 7k yesterday? You deserve a cookie!”
That’s true. I did. I do deserve a cookie. Or 30?
This is my own fault. I am the one going around raving on to anyone who will listen about how much I love cookies, because it’s true! I love them so much it’s hard to keep quiet about it.
That is the problem. I love cookies so much that I can’t say no to them! If you bring a platter of cookies into my office, I could easily eat the entire platter!
Shmanyway, that is my rant for the day. I don’t know what else to say about that. I ate a ridiculous amount of cookies and then I felt sick. (Note: I am exaggerating when I say I ate the entire platter. That would just be crazy. But it was still too many!)
At least I hit up BodyPump after work to hopefully counteract some of that cookie goodness…or turn it into muscle or something.
Something needs to be done though. I may have to go on a cookie strike or something. I don’t know. One cookie keeps leading to several more, and it has to end!
I’m gonna sleep on it.
And on that note, it is way past my bedtime. Later gators!