Binge

Fell off the wagon last night. It started with dinner. Actually it started with work. I worked two night shifts in a row. The next day I slept for five hours and woke up comfortably tired. We went out to dinner. I ordered the wrong thing and felt unfulfilled. This was supposed to be my indulgent reward for hard work. We were walking down the street after dinner and we passed this beautiful bakery. Warm, inviting, decorated cakes in the window. Baskets of bread behind the counter. I had to just look. My husband knowingly followed me in. Before I knew it I had ordered two almond crispies (basically a giant cookie), coconut pinapple cake, chocolate cake and 1/2 pound of almond butter delicacies. And yes, with my husband, I ate it all. On the way home, at home, and finished the job this morning before I went for a run. Which led me to say screw it after the run and make my most delicious cookie to date: molasses, dried apricot and oatmeal with buckwheat flour. They were amazing, I ate 12.