The wagon

Posted on by February 25, 2020

Hello, my name is Jessie Bishop Powell, and…

Well…

This is hard. But they say that confession is good for the soul. I’ve been on the wagon since early January, and I’ve done well. So well.  This week, though, has been a humdinger. I’ll tell you about it another time. Suffice to say, it’s enough to drive anybody to revert to old addictions.

But I held out until last night.

It doesn’t matter what happened. It only matters that I surrendered. I woke up this morning determined to do better. When I set out for the grocery store, I was looking for shoe insoles. But then, I saw my dealer trying to blend in with the Redbox machines.

And I had the cash. I had the cash on me, and that was my downfall.

Impulsiveness, and cash, and all I know is My name is Jessie Bishop Powell, and up until yesterday, it had been 32 days since I ate a cookie.

Damned Girl Scouts.

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The wagon — 27 Comments

  1. Stay strong! I know they're evil (the cookies, probably not the Girl Scouts–although that's not entirely confirmed…), but you CAN overcome. Just force feed them to Scott. (sorry, Scott)

    • Brilliant. I'm sure he'll suffer for me. Have you seen the facebook picture of the secret ingredients in thin mints?

    • Plus, this kid was actually selling them herself. Half the time, I see the Mom's running the tables, and that's enough to send me running for the hills. This girl's Mom was there, being supportive, but the girl scout herself was taking care of all <del datetime="2012-02-05T03:48:37+00:00">addicts</del> customers

  3. Oh my. I don't even want to contemplate it. 🙂 Stay strong. Or eat mine. Or something.

    • Must … fight …. box … in … kitchen …..

      And then there's the batch of chocolate chip I baked last night.

  4. Be gentle with yourself.

    I ordered 4 boxes from one of my theater students. During Christmas I was good at about a cookie a day. I see a box of Thin Mints gone in a day.

    • I am so addicted. I have managed nieces in the Scouts by doing "give to the troops" cookies for a couple of years now. But the local kids get me. Sigh. Tragic.

    • They attacked me I tell you! One minute fine and the next crash boom obliterated by the cookies.

  6. Oh, you always make me laugh! This is hilarious and just made my own rubbish week so much better. I'm fighting the need/urge/addiction to macaroni cheese, is that worse?! 🙂

    • Oh, Macaroni and Cheese is so delicious. Now that you mention it, I may make homemade M&C with dinner tonight. Even if my kids want the boxed stuff, Scott and I love homemade.

  7. There are some things in life that will always break you and then make youbfeel guilty after. It's totally not your fault.

    I would have held out too if that cute little girl didn't come to my house.

  8. Thankfully, all my family-connections live too far away to be a temptation, and I reside in a neighborhood (Sr.) not inhabited by curly-locks, cookie-peddling, cuties next door. I. Am. Safe (I think). 🙂

    • Especially now that they aren't supposed to peddle to utter strangers, except in public places.

    • I'm a sucker for anything with peanut butter in the name. But really, all of them. I held myself to lemonades because they have less addictive draw than many of the others. Meaning I didn't scarf the entire box before my kids and husband got any.

  10. Ah yes, Girl Scout Cookie season again. Girl Scouts with their wares are setting up shop all over town. It's all for a good cause, right? So, in our area, they have changed the names of the cookies, which really bothers me for some reason. Long gone are the Samoas, hello Caramel Delights. No more Do-Si-Dos, only Peanut Butter Sandwiches. Even the Trefoils have been demoted to Shortbreads. Thin Mints were the only cookies to remain unchanged. Sigh, it's just not the same.

      • Yes, I think the whole bakery thing is odd. Like why is food different in the eastern US as compared to the western US? I eat Hellman's but they eat Best Foods. I eat Edy's but they eat Dreyer's. I get Caramel Delights and it's just not the same. Mike buys them from people at work. He figures it doesn't hurt to buy a box or two from someone but next thing you know, we are knee deep in cookies and eating Thin Mints for dinner.

    • Way to go to your Scout, though. In spite of an addicted mother, I never sold more than a few boxes the couple of years I was in Scouting. Living rural had something to do with it. But I was also very NOT interested in being a saleslady.