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  • Writer's pictureErica

Sweet Tooth Have a Mind of Its Own? Here's Some Tips to Those of Us.

Updated: Mar 31, 2020

It's nine o'clock pm. The house is quiet and dark as every one nestles in bed for a restful night of sleep. All is calm, except for one. In the kitchen, there shines a single light from the pantry. Inside stands a woman with a thoughtful look on her face. She bites half her bottom lip as she contemplates her next move. In front of her are rows of shelves. There's pastas, oatmeal, oils, vinegars, teas, etc. However, that's not where her fixation lies. Her eyes are gazing at a clear, plastic storage bag of homemade chocolate chip cookies. She made them earlier that day as the occasional treat they are for her family. To grasp the full picture of her dilemma, we must go back in time a few hours to when those cookies were made.

Its around 3 o'clock in the afternoon. It has been a couple of months since she's last made cookies for the family. She saves them for special occasions. Today was not particularly more special than the day before; however, she thought it'd be a nice surprise. Not to mention, she had a real hankering for the cookies at the time. Why not use the family as an excuse? About three dozen cookies set on cooling racks on the kitchen counter. She told herself she was only going to eat two cookies. Just two of these hot, fresh out of the oven, melt in your mouth chocolate chip cookies. As she takes a bite of the first cookie, she closes her eyes in sheer pleasure. Oh, this is so good! She goes ahead and enjoys the second cookie immediately afterwards. "Ok, now walk away," she tells herself. There's just one little problem. The kiddos want cookies. So as she's handing out a cookie to each kid. She thinks to herself, "Oh, I‘ll have just one more." Well, that turns into two more. Then, she thinks it's probably best if I just go ahead and put these cookies away. So as she's packing them away. The urge strikes again! "Ok, just one last cookie as I'm putting these cookies away." At this point, she's five cookies in. That's when the guilt starts to creep in, and I snap back into myself.