Now I Need A Cookie.
I have no idea what that means.
Except maybe that I am thinking far too much about the super chocolate chunk bakery cookies in my cupboard right now.
Which reminds me (yes, this IS how my mind works) - I have a confession to make. Although, I am really, really afraid that Avitable just might disown me. That reminds me of something else, now that I think about it. I used to be “one of his favorite bitches” and today I’m referred to as “one of his favorite bloggers.”
I hope I’m not being too sensitive. If I am then that package I sent off to Florida today is a big, big mistake - especially given Avi’s phobia of all things smelly, dirty, and handled with unwashed hands combined with his love for all things tasty and chocolate-y.
OH! Boy, can I digress or what? :nuts:
My confession… I have not had a single Cadbury egg this year. Not one. I know, I know, if you aren’t a Cadbury egg kind of person then you probably don’t understand. They seem to be a “love it” or “hate it” sort of treat. I happen to seriously :heartbeat: them. Seriously.
Doing the diet thing just doesn’t allow for psychotic lapses in judgement certain sugar and carb filled items, no matter how much you madly, passionately, feverishly, disgustingly truly love that certain foil wrapped, creme filled, chocolate egg.
Which leaves you with only two alternatives:
A.) You sacrifice Easter 2008 for the sake of losing weight. All the while knowing that 5 days after Easter when not even a slightly smashed Cadbury egg can be found you will regret it. Not just regret it, but seriously regret it in a way that no amount of Cadbury Fruit & Nut bars will ever be able to even remotely approach. Those cheap substitutes are only worthy of being a “get you through the midway point of the year before the return of Easter” when you have actually had your fill of Cadbury eggs AT Easter anyway! Christmas will find you begging Santa to pimp you out to the Easter bunny for an egg fix.
B.) You buy as many Cadbury eggs as you can get your hands on and you stuff yourself on Easter Sunday until you puke. Then you stuff yourself with more eggs and rinse and repeat until you pass out. By the time you are done there is a good chance you won’t want anything with even a crystal of sugar in it before the 4th of July and you can probably make it all the way until next Easter before really even wanting another Cadbury egg.
I mean, you know, hypothetically speaking.
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March 20, 2008 @ 4:34 am
Can’t you be my favorite bitch and my favorite blogger?
And I say go for plan B!
March 20, 2008 @ 5:03 am
Sorry.
March 20, 2008 @ 8:31 am
I had THREE just yesterday. And, like, 103 since last week. I thought I was going to try to lose a few pounds too, but those damn eggs are the death of me. I am so in awe that you are able to resist them. You’re my new hero.
March 20, 2008 @ 8:57 am
See this is why I can’t diet. What if you died in a fiery crash the day BEFORE you were going to treat yourself, and there you were - your corpse a few pounds lighter but one of life’s most luscious pleasures untasted for someone’s ideal of what you should weigh.
March 20, 2008 @ 9:34 am
Avi - I don’t know, favorite blogger seems so impersonal.
And, yeah, definitely Plan B. Was there ever another choice?
Miss B - It’s ok. I understand. You are a freak who only happens to look like a woman but couldn’t possibly BE a woman because of your lacking that passionate thing for chocolate.
Adam on the other hand… is a woman trapped in a man’s hairy body.
OkWhereWasI - Worship me not, friend, for what I have lacked in Cadbury Creme Eggs I have unfortunately made up for in super chocolate chunk cookies.
Although, between you and I? It is definitely NOT as satisfying. 103 last week? YOU are my hero!
Nanna - You look like a perfectly normal person, but actually you’re the angel of death.
(hee hee, favorite quote from When Harry Met Sally)
March 20, 2008 @ 10:05 am
Now why can’t you just have one, not screw over your diet, but satisfy your craving? Constant deprivation doesn’t equal successful diet, after all. On the other hand, I ate half a box of Tagalongs yesterday in a fit of PMS, so what do I know?
March 20, 2008 @ 10:06 am
I really did think about doing that.
But, then I felt bad about the other 3 little eggs in the box. So, the only way to pull this off in a fair and realistic manner is, clearly, to gorge myself into sugar coma.
March 20, 2008 @ 1:05 pm
You could send the eggs to someone else and live through their suffering.
Or pull one of these :wine: on that day.
March 20, 2008 @ 2:17 pm
I have managed to avoid them this season, but I know that temptaion will hit me by Sunday!
March 20, 2008 @ 6:33 pm
I was going to say the same thing as Laura. My addiction is York peppermint patties, and as long as I allow myself one a day, I find that I don’t binge on them. Oh, and put them in the fridge. For some reason, when I put my treats in the fridge, I’m less likely to overdo it. I will only grab one or two out of the refrigerator. Don’t know the psychology behind it, but it works, I swear.