There is a monster in my freezer.
Ok, that might be slightly dramatic.
No, screw it. That is 101% dead nuts accurate. About a month ago, I bought a package of ready-to-bake chocolate chip cookie dough. You know, the little pre-portioned squares that mean you can bake "just one cookie at a time!". That's the biggest load of bull.
This weekend was crazy with in-laws visiting, and if there is anything that drives me up a wall and to the fridge, it's my in-laws. And that's where I found it. The monster. We battled. And that damn gooey, sweet, delicious, diet wrecking son of a monkey's uncle won.
UGH!
Do you think I had just one? Ha.
So, this morning I made an announcement. "Spouse, co-workers, nanny, small children and dependent felines - I'm going on a diet."
It is my hope that those people will give me the side eye if (and when) I need it. And apparently I'm going to need it.