120 - monday

last night, when my stomach issues had mostly resolved and I was feeling a little better but angry about my failed attempt to exercise, I decided to do the next best thing to getting my sweat on: bake chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. because NOT running 8 miles definitely earns you the right to butter, sugar, and chocolate chips.

a true lady never confesses the number of cookies she's shoveled down her pie-hole, but it was more than one and I still had more than two dozen left over.

I knew they had to go. I sent a text to one of t's friends who works on base, hoping she'd be able to pawn the extras off on her coworkers. no response from her, so I had more than one for breakfast this morning. and another one after lunch.

but this afternoon, said friend's husband sent me a text asking if he could borrow t's truck. I had found my in. boys love cookies - there's no way he could say no! he came over to get the truck, and I met him at the door with these. he feigned mock resistance, but I could tell that he was happy to walk away with a big bag of cookies.

sayonara, delicious treats! true story: I kept the half dozen in the mini-bag for myself. 

now that the sweet craving has been satisfied but the cookies are out of the house, I can get back to eating the real food in my fridge (two whole heads of romaine lettuce. guess what I'm having for lunch the rest of the week). 

sweet success!