Vanilla ice.

Because we had company for supper, I took that as a sign that I was to make dessert.  I mean, seriously, I have to be a good hostess, yes?

Chocolate chip cookies with SO much vanilla splashed about in them.

Tonight I apparently give higher esteem to chocolate than to a decrease in poundage.  It's that clear.  Until I want to lose weight more than I want to make reasons to eat cookies, things won't change.

That's kind of freeing actually, because it puts it all under my control.

On a very fun note:  The September issue of Elle Canada has come in the mail.  I think y'all can guess how I feel about that.

(EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!)