Any diet I have ever been on before heading to this convention is destroyed the night we get to the hotel. Not that it’s destroyed after one cookie, but one cookie leads to another and another and before I know it, I’m taking advantage of 24-hour room service and splurging on eggs Benedict for breakfast every day. The church clothes that fit me on Monday are snug by Friday.
And now to add insult to my injury, they’ve opened an In-N-Out Burger right on the highway that I have to take to get into town. Dallas, why hast thou forsaken me?
The truth is; Dallas has not forsaken me, my discipline has. I think I left it back in Tulsa.
Maybe I’ll take a little nap and have some more discipline when I wake up. Or maybe I’ll just go ask for another cookie.
Happy Wednesday to you all. I hope yours includes cookies.