cookies for sex

So the other day I'm standing in my pantry cramming Oreos in my face as fast as I can...well actually they are Newman-O's...they're organic, and therefore NOT bad for you, the fact that they have exactly the same number of calories per cookie should be ignored...and I have the door closed because if the Pea sees me she will want some and I don't want to share - I MEAN, I don't want her to eat sugar - yeah that's it...and suddenly I remember that episode of 'Sex and the City' where Miranda calls Carrie in a panic because she has just eaten chocolate cake out of the garbage.

She has been substituting chocolate for sex and after making a whole cake and nearly eating it all she throws it away to prevent herself from eating more and then next thing ya know, bam...she's on the phone with Carrie. WELLLLL...seems I've been substituting Oreos...no wonder I can't fit into my pants. All that pent up frustration, taken out on a tiny cookie(cookies)...damnit, I guess I have to make a change huh?

So, I joined a gym...yup, aerobics and free weights will now take the place of those lovely little Newman-O's...I am going to get my ass back in my pants...well maybe. I sit here at my computer after having a lovely pasta with vodka sauce (2 of my favorite things all on the same plate - whoo hoo!) and an ENTIRE bottle of wine, thinking, "hmmmm wonder if I should have gone to the gym tonight?"

Nah, there's always tomorrow...oooh and I think I still have some cookies in the pantry.