cookies

More so than the impulse to find the perfect over-priced gift, this season to me represents my own guilt-ridden gluttony. It’s horrifyingly embarrassing how quickly one cookie can turn into five or six. And these are really good cookies. Our vendors at work bring us treats; yesterday we packed up tins and tins of home made cookies for our customers too. They’re everywhere.
I’m even finally getting back into my gym routine, which makes the guilt worse. Sore muscles all for nothing? Sigh.
So far there is no happy ending to this story. OH yeah, and I have a checkup the first week of January. I guess if my doctor thinks I’m doing ok then I’ll stop being so hard on myself.

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