Cookie Attack

Jan 07, 2009

Wednesday, my coworker brought in a huge tin of cookies. Usually, I can just bypass these things but this week it was different. My coworker actually brought them to my desk. Did I say, no thank you? No. . . I took one . . . then a second. . . and a third. I think I ended up eating 5 cookies. I couldn't believe it. They were coated in chocolate and I don't even really like chocolate. But they were ready and available, smelling good, they were sweet and and I had to keep walking by them because of where they were placed in the office (right?! ).

The next morning I woke up feeling heavy. I stepped on the scale and of course I'd gained 2 or 3 pounds. Was I surprised? No. Did I want to be one of those people that can eat anything and wouldn't effect them? Yes.

The cookies are on the table again and I have not touched them. Those cookies actually gave me a jump start to eating better this week. I think I started getting a little too comfortable after I hit onederland because that was my first goal. I just can't decide what my next goal should be.

I also checked to see what my BMI would have to be to be considered "normal" weight. I would have to weigh 135.  Are you kidding?! There is no way in the world I am going to weigh 135. I'm a Black woman and I need to keep some thickness. I have no desire to  be 135. You know these height, weight, BMI charts do not take into account ethnicity and body structure. Sorry folks, I'm keeping some of this thickness . . . .  and I think a few of these men would appreciate that!

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