I'm on diet.

I kind of always am...and never am. Both at the same time. I'm ALWAYS "trying" to lose more weight. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. I decided last week that I want to lose 10 more lbs (I'm always trying to lose just 10 more lbs. When I lose them, I look at myself in the mirror and think, "Hmmm, I need to lose 10 more." It's a disorder I think.) So I decided to get serious and give slim fast a try. PLEASE don't start telling me all the reasons I shouldn't do slim fast, I've already heard them. I'm still going to try it anyways. Even if when I quit "I'll just gain all the weight right back" blah blah blah. I'm still going to try it. Plus the drinks taste of chocolatey goodness. So what's the harm, right? Anways, it's been 4 days and I've lost 3 lbs. Feeling great. Feeling optimistic. Until today, that is.
I took Hallie to her Ballet class and was walking around the building for the hour while she was dancing. I kept seeing all of these pre-teens walking around the building wearing green uniforms and drama all over their little faces. This could only mean one thing...Girl Scouts. And where there's Girl Scouts....there's GIRL SCOUT COOKIES. Instantly I had a devil appear on one shoulder and an angel on the other. The angel chanting "3 pounds, 3 pounds, 3 pounds" while the devil reminded me that I needed a reward for my hard work over the last 4 days. I walked away. I picked up Chase and went to the shoppette on the base to get some bread. Then I saw the Oreos. I told myself, well we DO need a treat for family night tonight. I grabbed the package without giving it any more thought and checked out.
When I got back to the ballet class it wasn't quite over yet. I waited outside the door. As the little green drama girls walked past me over and over again I was reminded of the boxes of Girl Scouty-goodness waiting in the next room. I DID still have a few minutes to kill. And I DID have 10 Euros in my pocket. The pressure was too much.