Yeah, don't look around the room because nobody told me. I just know you so well. You're thinking:
Just one. I've been so healthy since New Year's Day and I've been running a ton and they're made with whole wheat flour, so chewy and yummy...
But listen, I have great plans for you. You're signed up for that 10 mile road race in February and you want to be in the best possible --
EH-EH-EH-EH-DOWN!!! THE COOKIE -- DOWN!!
That's better. I know, now you're frowning and your eyes have narrowed into little slits and you're thinking:
She is so mean. That half-crazed perfectionist must be cuckoo for cocoa puffs if she thinks I'm sticking to this perfect nutrition / no treats / exercise until you're shaking New Year's "plan." Why didn't she just stay with our old standbys; the easy ones to check off the list? No kidney trafficking! No setting the fingernail record in the Guinness Book! No learning Mandarin -- that sort of thing! Those are beautiful resolutions that you can mark off with nice big checks.
I won't hear it. The world, or at least large swathes of protestant New England run, nay thrive on guilt. Guilt is your friend, and I for one am truly disappointed in you.
Oh come on! You're doing so well. Just stick it out and I promise I won't make next year's resolution running a marathon. There you go. I knew you'd see it my way.
Love (I guess),