Imagine it is a blistery cold and wind-gusted Monday morning. You wake to two inches of snow on the ground, but no worries, because the roads are bone dry and clear.

Thank goodness, because in a city where it rarely snows and people drive on mosquito tires, you’re just glad you won’t have to deal with creepy crawler drivers, slipping and sliding all over the road for lack of good all-season radials.

You creep out of bed, put on the teakettle and get ready for the first day of your spring clean-up-and-get-in-shape-plan because your next birthday is but four weeks away, and that date will put you one year short of the big 4-0.

You get to the office, and not surprisingly, the parking garage is nearly vacant, and the office is as well. That’s not unusual for a city that rarely sees snow, and all of a sudden get two inches of the stuff. The metro area nearly shuts down, most schools are closed, and most people call in sick or take a vacation day, because that miniscule two inches of accumulation is a frightful thing!

So, you think to yourself, this is fantastic. You will have a nice, easy-paced day, and without the added stress and panic of a fully functioning office, you can start your get-fit plan, and concentrate of eating healthy, without the risk of binge eating salty delicacies from the vending machines.

Then it happens. A colleague who cornered you a month ago for a donation to your annual support of a great cause, turns the corner and says, “Good morning!” in that endlessly cheerful way that only true morning people can project. Ugh! Hate them.

You look up from your computer, take a quick, deep breath, and force a gleeful smile at her. You want to make this first, Monday morning conversation as quick and polite as possible because your caffeine hasn’t lifted the fog from your brain yet. Poof! She thrusts four boxes of Girl Scout cookies at you, as if you just won a major award.

That’s what happened to me this morning. At the site of those cute little boxes filled with unimaginable sugary, chewy, peanut-buttery and minty concoctions, my eyes widened to an unnatural response, and my mouth smile nearly ripped the corners from my mouth.

GIRL SCOUT COOKIES!! Woo-hoo!

I immediately popped one of the Samoas in my mouth and bit down on that crunchy coconut and chocolate coated cookie. Since I’d already had two eggs for breakfast, I didn’t feel so bad about it.

Now, I am sitting here at my desk with four boxes of temptation of the worst kind just staring me down, waiting for me to free them of their prison boxes. Maybe I’ll start my get-fit routine tomorrow.

Girl Scout cookies - good cause, bad timing.