I share this story because I think it’s important to know that eating well and exercise doesn’t always come easy to me.  Exercise comes much easier than eating well.  I can eat healthfully; I love all sorts of food—good and bad.  I tend to eat too much of everything…

One of my dearest friends asked me if I’d ever eaten a sleeve of raw cookie dough.  “Ah,” I said.  “Let me tell you a little story…”

Since I have known Matt he has been very good at stopping before he’s full.  Matt can eat just two cookies.  My great grandma had this ability as well.  As far as I can tell, the gene that enables one to curb cookie consumption has skipped three generations so far.  Because Matt can eat two cookies and be done, when he purchases cookies, I often end up eating the rest.  So we’ve made a deal that is primarily adhered to.  We try not to keep cookies or junk food in the house.

When it sneaks in one of two things happen: it goes bad because Matt forgets about it or I eat it.  About five years ago Matt bought a tub of frozen cookie dough from a colleague’s school which was having a fundraiser.  He brought it home.  I’m pretty sure it was a half gallon.  The next day, Matt went to work.  I don’t recall why I was home, but, unfortunately, I was.  I ate the entire tub of cookie dough without cooking a thing. I’ve always preferred raw cookie dough to baked cookies.  Even when I was a kid, my mom served cookie dough at my birthday parties because I didn’t like cookies or cake.  Ah, the good old days.  Oddly, Matt had remembered that he’d bought this product and intended on making two cookies in the toaster oven when he got home at which point he discovered there nothing was left.  This is one of the few times in eleven years that Matt has been annoyed with me.  And, I do believe he had an incredibly hard time understanding how could have eaten the whole thing in one day and why I would be even remotely inclined to do such a thing.

Come on, I could have saved him one or two cookies out of a half gallon of cookies.  It’s all the man was asking for. I was completely in the wrong.  At the same time, I know myself.  I can’t buy tubs of cookies.  I don’t know why I have such poor willpower when it comes to food.  It’s something I constantly work on. Some days I make better choices; some days I don’t.  The older I get the more I crave foods and the harder time I have passing them up.

So if you have ever eaten a sleeve of raw cookie dough, you are not alone.  I don’t recommend it, but you are not alone.