S.O.S.

There are seven layer cookies in my fridge right now. One of those layers is butter, if that tells you anything. Butter, then graham cracker crumbs then coconut, butterscotch chips, chocolate chips, sweetened-condensed milk and finally chopped pecans all baked to perfection.

I called Shyla. I told her I didn't really need them right now, but that they were calling to me and they were becoming extraordinarily persuasive. Shyla cut right through that siren song with a "Stop! You don't want those. You want to be sexy!" Everyone needs that kind of a friend. If you want to succeed through those intense caloric cravings, I think a friend who can talk you out of the fridge is a must.

Fast forward to the night time. We pulled the cookies out as a part of a family night. I had one and shared the rest. We ate those cookies the way cookies are meant to be eaten - with laughter and finger licking, not sneakily eaten in a corner where the kids won't find me. They are now all gone (another perk) and I can rest in peace.

For me, this whole "diet" thing is not about denial as much as it is about control. I want to have the strength to eat only as much as I really want and only when I really want it.