Here we go again

Have you ever had one of those days where no amount of marked down baked goods and frozen pizza rolls purchased after midnight while wearing pajamas can fill you enough to drift into a fitful slumber? I've had approximately 40 of those days in a row. Even now as Taco Bell quesadilla sauce drips down my chin, I'm mentally taking stock of what sweets I have in my kitchen cabinets. Those Girl Scout cookie flavored candy bars I purchased yesterday (buy two, get one free) will soon find themselves devoured. I am in a rut. I can't seem to get myself back on track with eating healthy. It may have to do with the fact that most of my money lately has been consumed by either bills, new yoga pants (I have to have something to exercise in, right?!), and these addictive chocolate cake-like cookies with chocolate chips and some form of crack baked right in. Is it too late to go out to get some more? Hmm... I guess it's time to jump back on the wagon and ride off into the skinnier, chocolate-deprived distance. Sigh. I will miss those cookies. I will not, however, miss the cashier who now recognizes me and asks if I am "loading up on junk food." Why yes, I am. In fact, I will probably be back again tomorrow because I am now so ashamed of my eating habits that I will emotional eat everything you are now poorly bagging for me. I guess the first step to cooking healthy food again would be to find the bottom of the sink. Comparable to Atlantis, it is buried, unseen by generations, only under crusty pots and fuzzy growths. I think the worst part of any life change is the initial leap. Once I forget how delicious gummies are and how easy it is to pick up a taco salad on the way home, I'll go back to making dinner and doing dishes like a real live adult who cares about what she puts in her body.