I woke up the other morning and made my coffee as per the usual routine. And then suddenly I broke into the cupboard and got a cookie. At 6:10 in the morning. Yes, I had made the mistake of baking homemade cookies the other day while getting in the in the Christmas spirit. They were for the kids! But who was I kidding, it was usually me that ended up eating them. Just not typically at 6:10 in the morning. It did taste especially delicious with my coffee though. Just 1 year ago, I had been aggressively doing weight watchers to lose the last of my baby weight (see post #18) and then my husband told me he was unhappy in our marriage. I was unable to sleep and completely lost my appetite. For like 2 months. Now I'm about to reveal something more personal than I have ever to date on this blog. One year ago, I weighed almost 10 pounds less than I do at this exact moment. 10 pounds! I will deny that should I ever be questioned on it, but that is the truth. I remember the number on the scale because when I saw it, I recounted cynically that at least there was 1 good thing in my life. And now I was sleeping well at night and eating cookies for breakfast. What was wrong with me? How did the saying go- better to be fat and happy than to be...? Was that even a saying? I decided to have 1 more cookie and then it would be time to hop in the shower.
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