Mecca is my neighbor.
She has a 7-year old girl.
Who's a Girl Scout.
Mecca was the beginning of my downfall, because she showed up on my doorstep with cute little Ella and a Girl Scout cookie order form. Curses on Mecca.
Being the good neighbor that I am, I felt compelled to order. 2 boxes of Samoas. 2 boxes of Tagalongs. 1 box of those new lemon cookies, because they looked scrumdillyumptious.
See, all through November and December, I was on a mission to change my way of life. I lost 17 pounds in those two months. That's Thanksgiving and Christmas, people! THANKSGIVING. AND CHRISTMAS. Seventeen pounds.
Then January came along. I ordered Girl Scout cookies.
I ate 'em, too. Because, after all, Girl Scout cookies only come once a year. (I didn't even allow myself to order Thin Mints, did you notice?? That was my feeble attempt at retaining control. HA!)
Here's what happens when you order and eat Girl Scout cookies after refusing empty carbs and refined sugars for two months: Your body screams with delight, starts jiggin' all over the house, then enthuses, between hysterical fits of maniacal laughter, "SCREW THIS LIFESTYLE. I WANT MORE CARRRRRRRRRRRBS! Mwahahahaha. MWA HA HA!"
And so it began.
With one little Samoa, it all came crashing down around me.
I've gained back 9 of those dadgummed 17 pounds in the past 2 months.
And I blame Mecca. ('Cause surely it's not MY fault.)
I wish I had Thin Mints in my freezer.