Let me just start by saying that, since the new year started, I have been eating really well. Nothing crazy, just very healthy. By that I mean, I am eating mostly fruits, vegetables and whole grains, with some dairy, a little meat, and as little processed food as I can manage. I cut out chocolate for the year as a personal test to see if I had the self-disciple to give up something I REALLY love. And, that was easier than I thought. Since I started eating better, the kids are doing this too. They eat a lot more good stuff, and have endured the change remarkably well. Since John has been gone for the past 20 months, I didn't even have to contend with another adult who thought I was nuts. Well, John got home on Thursday. And, he likes what we are eating. But, I have this ridiculous desire to nurture through food - that is, the food I associate with love and comfort. So, today I made oatmeal cookies. I found a pretty healthy looking recipe (as far as cookies go) and even added flaxmeal to ramp up the health factor. But, so far today, I have eaten NINE COOKIES! No cookies or really sweets even for three months, and in one day I eat NINE COOKIES! Did I mention that I have been taking the kids to BaskinRobbins once a week for $1 kids cones and I haven't broken down and gotten a single one? No? Well, I haven't. But, today I ate NINE COOKIES! They aren't even super good. Okay, they are good, but not NINE COOKIES good! Urgh, no more cookies for us!