My affair with a cookie

My love for chocolate cookies is almost as deep as the love for my two children. I could eat an entire box of cookies in one sitting. No joke. And it wouldn't really matter what kind of cookie it was -- as long as it was CHOCOLATE.

You see, I was the world's biggest emotional eater and cookies were the medication I needed to get me through any stress, break-down or temper tantrum. You name it and a cookie could solve the problem. I would even sometimes go with my beloved cookies into the bathroom and lock the door just so I wouldn't have to share with the little cookie monsters in my house. I was having a very serious relationship with cookies.

And then came the diagnosis, who ruined my relationship. Celiac disease took away my most reliable friend. I had to break-up with cookies. And I was devastated. Who would make my tears go away from now on? Who would help me feel stable in a sometimes crazy world? An apple? A banana? No way. No one would replace my beloved cookie. If I couldn't be with my cookie, I wasn't going to have an emotional eating relationship with anyone else. An apple, ha, the thought made me laugh!

 How I missed my cookies! It was two months of agonizing separation, but SHHHH don't tell anyone, I reunited with my love just last night.

I couldn't take it anymore, I missed my cookie so badly. Just one bite I thought. One bite won't hurt. And I was right. One bite didn't hurt. So a half an hour later when I went back for another bite, I thought, ok two bites won't hurt either. And it didn't. So another bite, the cookie was gone and I pulled out the second one from the box. It was like watching a scene from Romeo and Juliette. The love. The forbidden love. I was Eve with the forbidden fruit.

I kept taking bites until I was on cookie number three. Three cookies and my belly was fine. I could go to bed with a chocolate laced smile on my face. No way I was brushing my teeth before bed. I wanted to savor the aftertaste for as long as I could. I had no idea when I could see my love again. It could be weeks or even months.

I was re-united with my cookie. But we have to keep it a secret, if anyone were to find out, I would be shamed into forever leaving them behind. Or worse, eating almond flour cookies!