|Like a crack-head with a new pipe...|
I had a seriously Old Sara moment over the weekend. The long & short of it: brownies were made, brownies were eaten. No justification here, but the problem started with the fact that I purchased the low-fat mix. What was I thinking?!? They were just begging to be abused. "I can have two, they're low-fat..." Then two turned to four & so on until the math became too much for my capabilities...or at least that's what I told myself.
Yesterday I went back & figured it out. It reminded me of college days when I would count the bottle caps in my pocket from the prior night to figure out how many Miller Lites it took to make my headache the next morning. How many brownies did it take to fill my gut with fudgey goodness & regret? Of the 18 (exactly even & perfectly cooked due to the magic of "The Perfect Brownie"), I ate 14 over the course of Sunday. Translated into Weight Watchers speak: 55 PointsPlus Values.
This week, my mini-goal is to have a loss. Any loss. I will not let those brownies do any more harm--completely stripping my pride is quite enough.