Girl Scout Cookies

I swear, girl scouts are evil trolls disguised as good little girls whose sole purpose in life is to sabotage my weight loss efforts. I was able to avoid the vicious little monsters this year and thought I was in the clear. Unfortunately, they ambushed my innocent, non-suspecting husband who came home with four boxes of the sinful treats, proudly exclaiming "look babe, I got your favorite kinds!"

I simply cannot resist Thin Mints or Samoas...especially Samoas. They are like cookie CRACK--covered in caramel and toasted coconut and dipped in chocolate. And oh, how the Thin Mints just melt in my mouth (I'm actually salivating just talking about them). Yep, that's right...chocolate covered crack. Do you know how hard it is to limit myself to a mere two cookies per day when the beast inside of me is screaming out to devour the entire box?

I'm growing weak and weary, so please rescue me and throw my pathetic butt into a 28-day program if you happen to see me on the street with a cardboard sign that says "will work for Girl Scout Cookies."