I would make a terrible recovering addict. And, no, I'm not confessing here. It's just a hypothetical based on the fact that I can't make it a day without sneaking a cookie. It's no secret I've spent the better part of December elbow deep in chocolate and icing. So it's no surprise that every cell in my body is pleading with me for a salad. My sweet tooth, however, is not, at this point, on talking terms with the cells.
I'm not a huge New Year's Resolutions person because I hate setting myself up for failure. I'm thinking, though, that since my family and I did quite well eating healthy for the majority of 2009, we can raise the bar a bit in 2010.
And on to 2010 I march...I actually did make it on to the treadmill today. And it was only 1 1/2 cookies. I can't give my Sweet Tooth the cold turkey treatment, can I?