Cookie Day
So, what do we do on my first day of my lifestyle change? Why, go to the compound and bake cookies all freakin' day. I did well enough, but still over-carbed enough to wake up feeling like I'd been licking the dregs out of New Year's wine glasses. What up wi' dat?
The compound is my pet name for J's childhood home. It's not that far from our house (we're v fortunate to have both our parents within 7 miles of our home), so we're there often. Lots of fun usually, and yesterday was no exception. J is the 3rd of 4. His older idiot savant brother no longer lives in state, but his 2 sisters do. One is married to a v fun man (although, at the mo' I'm still a little peeved about them calling Bear fat. I plan to hold onto that for a while, but I'm not going to ruin holidays over it) and the other is committed to a v funny woman who I like a lot. If I were a lesbian (di del deedle diddel diddle deedle diddel dummmm) I'd totally ask her out . 
When we get together it's usually lots of fun and it's seriously one of the reasons I agreed to marry J lo' those many years ago. Yesterday was no exception.
I am proud to say that we taught my daughters how to bet the horses yesterday. And then we took them both for their allowances. It was a harsh lesson, but it was something they had to learn. Plus we needed money for pizza. Then we made them drink water downed beer and inhale second hand smoke.
Kidding. About everything but the gambling.
But anyway, how do you surround yourself with a billion types of cookies and not over-indulge? How do you normal weighted type people do it? How do you stop when you've had enough? I mean... brunch was easy, as I'm not overly fond of egg casseroles and there was nary a biscuit to be found, dinner was easy as they swarmed the pizza like locusts and there were only 2 pieces of veggie lovers left by the time I got there, but the cookies! My God! The cookies!!!
Any secrets and tips?
