The Cookie Phantom

I try to be disciplined when it comes to eating junk during the week. Then when the weekend rolls around I indulge a little and stuff my face with anything creamy or sugar filled. I am trying to be more and more disciplined with what I eat because once this metabolism slows down you can just plan on putting the bucket by the bed because I ain’t movin’.

BUT….my desire to discipline myself was put to a halt when a secret admirer decided to mail me a tin of Mrs. Field's cookies. I came home from work last week and there was a box that had been delivered that day. I opened it up and saw a Mrs. Field’s tin that contained little pieces of heaven waiting for me to consume them. I am not sure what happened after that. All I remember is waking up on the floor sweating with an empty Mrs. Field’s tin next to me. With crumbs around my face I assumed that the brick I felt in my stomach was nothing but cookies.

So whomever decided to send me the tin of Mrs Fields cookies I want to know who you are. (Next time sign the card, would ya!) A part of me thanks you, and the other part says you owe me an hour on the treadmill.



P.S…..send more!