Tis the season of homemade cookies...

Another day, another diet. WW did it again. They changed the plan. It doesn't look like it's going to affect much of what I'm used to, but it's kind of irritating to have to read something else or think about it any more. At some point in the last year, my friends and I went to a couple of meetings and they were using our center as some sort of pilot program. I'm guessing this is what it was for. I think that's what caused us to stop going - we had to rethink the whole thing and it was too much. It looks like they have stream-lined it a bit from what we were having to do. I'm sure I will figure it out soon enough.

In other news, I was happily going about my day, staying on track and eating great when a smiling mom opens my classroom door carrying this and cheerfully wishing us Merry Christmas:

There were more cookies in it and a huge bow, but the bow has now become a headband for "Jasmine" (I think she got confused with Pocohontas) and well the extra cookies have been devoured. Yes, day #2 and I caved a second time. Could you really have that sitting next to your desk for 4 hours and not open it? Apparently some teachers were able to resist the temptation. During the quiet of my lunch break after finishing some yummy triscuits and roasted red pepper hummus, I tried to stave off the sweet temptation by eating apple slices. All the while the fudge truffles and dream bars were calling my name. I opened it, took one out and then tied it all back up pretty as if I were hiding the fact that I opened it. Really? Who was I lying to? There was no one in the room and no other teachers would be coming into the room. It was just me. Just an example of how I can justify things and then pretend they aren't happening. Of course I also justified it by thinking how upset Kyle is going to be when he sees this after school and I can't give him anything in it because it will make him sick. With that train of thought, you can see that I was about to justify eating the rest of it! The good news is that when I once again opened it when I got home, I was able to find Kyle a pecan praline that he loved. He was so excited - I can eat it? It doesn't have wheat in it? Are there any more? The bad news is, I found something else in there to nibble on.

So I'm guessing the skinny people of the world would have graciously accepted the tray of homemade delicacies, hidden it in their classroom closet until the school day was over and then dropped it off at someone's house on the way home from work, right?

The season is just beginning, but I hope that's the last of the homemade gifts...