I’d forgotten which cookies (and how many) I’d ordered weeks ago until the little plastic bag arrived in my office after lunch. What possessed me to think that I needed 5 boxes of cookies? Because, of course, I don’t. I want the taste of them but let’s be honest, I don’t really NEED any of them. They just bring back memories of being a girl scout myself and selling boxes and boxes by going door to door. (I pre-dated the concept of having parents sell cookies to work colleagues; we had to sell ours ourselves back in the day.)
So there I was with 5 boxes of cookies. Of course I had to open one “to sample” and ended up eating one row of the chocolate-coconutty goodness of Samoas. Bad idea. But on the other hand, they’re good but I can’t eat a box of them at one sitting anymore, so this is progress. In fact, I threw the rest of the box away on my way out of the building. At home later I had a few of the peanut butter ones but the rest of that box is in the trash this morning.
That’s right, I threw out Girl Scout Cookies all by myself. I failed the test of not ordering any in the first place but passed the test of eating some and then letting go of the rest. I still have three more boxes but don’t feel compelled to go eat them. Sometimes having is enough without having to devour at the same time.