I was perfect today till Allen brought home some (sky darkens, thunder claps, lightning strikes) Winchell’s doughnuts. I don’t even like Winchell’s doughnuts. They always leave a greasy coating in my mouth and another globule of greasy blubber on my middle, but I managed to down three. Then I opened another box of (won’t I ever learn?) Girl Scout cookies. This time, I won’t get sick. Relatively speaking, my total garbage count for today is not that high. But, boy, am I frustrated with myself! I wanted to lose another two pounds. (Is there a psychiatrist in the house?)
February 20, 1992. Rereading the above entry, I shook my head in disbelief. “Can you believe that, Allen? I did it again. I ate another box of Girl Scout cookies.” He responded, “You wrote that you opened another box, but did you eat the whole thing?” I replied with a sneer on my face, “Was the box open? Think about it. I’ve never left a half-full box of Girl Scout cookies in the house in my whole life!”