Today was one of the best days of the year. It's the day when the girl scouts drop off the boxes of cookies that I ordered from them. It's definitely a fund-raiser I can get behind. I also like it when people sell those pizza kits from Little Caesar's because they have an awesome thin-crust pepperoni, and their white chocolate macadamia nut cookie dough is absolutely delightful.
This year I got a modest stock of cookies. Three boxes of the thin mints, two boxes of the samoans, and one peanut butter box. Six boxes. That's not bad. I can probably eat that in a week.
Except, today is also a significant day. It is March 1, which I decided months ago would be the start of my yearly lent, if you will. It's not actually lent because I go without sweets, but it doesn't end at Easter Eve. I will resume my chocolate inhalation on Wednesday, April 18th when I go golfing for the first time this year. And, I'm not giving it up for any Christian reason. It's actually a selfish, vain, and rational thing that I just don't want to gain as much weight as I possibly could during this time of year.
And this year I need to be looking extra good because Cash is getting married on May 12. (Yay!) I will likely see a large number of people at her wedding festivities, and it's always good to give off a good impression to relatives who think I am otherwise a lazy moocher.
So, my dilemma is: do I stick with the original plan to not eat the cookies until April 18, or do I make an exception because I make my own rules? I typically do this for only one month. This year would be the first year of the extension.
I need your votes in the comments. Peace out.