Sunday night, I was very sad when nine pm rolled around and there were no cookies for me.
Monday, I walked the dog for an hour and a half and then bought myself a treat before coming home. I walked for so long because the dog is supposed to eat dinner at a set time and I thought it was later than it was when we left the house. It doesn't bring anyone peace for the dog to get home from a walk before dinnertime. Also because I was wearing the kid which kind of slows me down a whole lot.
As I was enjoying my chocolate chip brownie (after baby bedtime), I reflected that I might actually have enjoyed it morehad I not been involved in the procurement. Certainly, buying it myself did not make it any sweeter.
Yesterday we didn't go for a walk. I did actually eat out for three meals, but I didn't do any walking.
I did seriously consider running out for a cookie or something after the kid was sleeping, but then my husband was walking the dog when I emerged from bedtime and by the time he was back, I was firmly on my ass for the evening.
I'm tempted to make a pan of brownies, except the reason I stopped making baked goods is that I eat them all immediately. It's better to pay for the single serving (and to bring it into the house one serving at a time).
It's eleven am, and I'm already contemplating which baked good I might like and when I might go fetch it, should I be so inclined. The tricky part is that to take the dog means using a stroller or carrier and then suddenly it sounds like a lot of work. Leaving the dog behind seems really unfair though, but I cannot manage an unrestrained baby and the dog's leash (and a bag with pastry).
I did resolve to walk the dog a lot though, so, I probably should try harder to fit that into my day.