We have lovingly started to refer to Liam as “patient zero” in our house. The kid came home with a cold before Christmas and Will and I have been passing it back and forth since then. I can feel myself coming down with it again. Essentially, I can’t breathe and it hurts to swallow. Somehow, though, cookies have made it down perfectly fine. Go figure.
This morning, I threw out all of the remaining Christmas cookies. That’ll at least keep the mindless eating to a minimum. In the meantime, today is a new day and one where I hope to see a little more control over what I’m eating.