Yes. It's true. It's time for those cute little girls to come knocking on your door selling the devil's food. Yep. Girl Scout cookies. Josh and I have both already succumbed. I did it under the guise of "supporting the neighborhood kids". Yeah right. More like supporting my sugar habit. I have already eaten two boxes all by my lonesome. They say food isn't love love, but sometimes it sure does feel like it.When I was little I used to eat in secret. My parents were always on me about eating too much (even though I was thin as a rail) so it was easier to just sneak food than to deal with their berating. One of the perks of being an adult has been that I don't have to do this. No matter how overweight I get or how much I eat, Josh (bless his heart) never says a word in derision. But now I have children. And Ben notices EVERYTHING I put in my mouth and then says "I want some". I want Ben to have an "everything in moderation" food philosophy, but I don't want him to eat 5 cookies like I do. I know that is hypocritical, but there it is. So when I ate three Girl Scout cookies with my coffee this morning I snuck them into my mouth in the kitchen while he watched tv. It's back to that. Back to stealing food. I have come full circle. Maybe I should just not eat cookies for breakfast. Nah. Life's too short.