Drastic times call for drastic measures. I've been staring and a box of HEB chocolate chip cookies sitting on the kitchen counter for most of the week. I don't know where they came from. I think DW brought them into the house. Grrr! Today after returning from the Children's museum, I was particularly famished and those 150-calorie each cookies looked darn tempting. Instead, I went for a leftover slice of Deep Dish Pizza made from one of my Cooking Light recipes and some cantaloupe. But even after that, those cookies were calling my name.
So, here's what I did. I threw them in the garbage. And I didn't just throw the sealed container in the garbage. I opened the box and emptied the box into the garbage. The old me would be upset about throwing $4 worth of cookies "down the drain" but how sick is that? Rather than being upset about throwing them away, I'm upset about how they got into the house in the first place. Still, I'm happy that they sat on the counter there for a whole week and then suffered their final demise before the two teens got back from mission trip.