Cookie Madness!

Like all American girls, I grew up enjoying cookies, but my favorite cookie was always Oreos. In fact, they were my sister’s favorite too, and as she was older, and had babysitting jobs, she would buy a package and hide it in her underwear drawer.

Well, I was your normal, curious, baby sister (5 and a half years younger), and I would go in and “borrow” her cookies. To this day, I get teased unmercifully about this habit.

In my twenties, I wasn’t a cookie girl. In fact, I wasn’t a big sweets eater at all. That was until I met “Chip”.

After my daughter passed away, a well meaning neighbor, who owned a bakery, would bring over to our house, breads and cookies twice a week. I’ve always loved bread, but when I met her “Chocolate Chip”, having a small waistline was over!

I started eating “Chip” after breakfast, for a pick-me-up snack. Maybe one or two with tea in the afternoon. Then something happened. I started to feel really good after eating each cookie. It was so warm, soothing, and made the pain of my loss just a little more bareable.

Soon I was eating “Chip” for breakfast, a few more at lunch. And I was lost to the world of ooey-gooey chocolate chip wonderfulness.

You know how a package of cookies will give you a serving size of 2 cookies? Well, before I knew it, a serving size was like a pound of cookies.

Soon “Chip” brought friends home. Girl Scout Thin Mints became a favorite. A serving size was supposed to be 3 cookies. But heck a serving size soon became an entire sleeve.

I became a slave to chocolate goodness, to make me feel better. Store bought, bakery bought, it mattered not. As long as three of the ingredients were flour and chocolate and sugar, I was good. In a pinch I would accept cookie with no chocolate, but that was not my cookie of choice. Let’s face it, chocolate is God’s way of saying he loves us, right?

Soon, nothing fit me and I found myself in Sears, buying size 18 pants, to wear right then and there. Not bad, I thought. I still look okay.

Then one day, someone took a picture of me and I saw this woman I did not recognize. She looked as though she was related to the Pillsbury Dough Boy! Only there were smears of chocolate around her mouth!

I needed bigger clothes and since my wallet was empty (from buying cookies), I knew I had to do something, and do it fast!

I am a Chocolate, Cookie-A-Holic!

And that my friends, is how I came to be a member of Weight Watchers.