Craving cookies

I got really upset at the grocery store this evening.

I was in the cookie aisle because I was craving shortbread cookies. I don’t normally crave cookies because I didn’t grow up eating them – so they bring me no major comfort. But today I wanted them.

But to my dismay, 2 regular sized cookies are 180 calories. Just two little rectangular shaped shortbread cookies. And if I crave something, I know I won’t settle for just two. I would willingly help myself to at least a couple more servings – which would amount to nearly 1,000 calories. Not good especially since today was my day off from the gym, and already ate out with friends.

So as I stood there, staring at the label of the beautifully packaged shortbread cookies, I got upset. How unfair is this? Why do they make cookies so freaking fatty?

And right there – in the middle of the cookie aisle, began the never ending thought process where I analyze everything in my life that brought me to my current predicament.

I am upset because the cookies I am craving are high in calories. I want cookies because that’s what girls munch on when they feel bad. I feel bad because someone I like doesn’t like me back. He doesn’t like me because… I don’t know… that’s why I was planning on going home to think about it – with the shortbead cookies.

But because of the potential high caloric intake of the cookies, I decided not to purchase them. And this throws off my whole plan of analyzing my life while eating cookies, because there won’t be any.

And now I’m back to square one... empty.