Teaching for 16 years in the middle school has given me the chance to get to know lots of kids.  Among the thousands of children with whom I’ve spent my school days, some of the best were Girl Scouts. Without fail those girlss are always respectful, hard-working, and dedicated students.  Even now, when one of my Girl Scout students asks me to buy a box of cookies, I try to always say yes.  My niece is a Girl Scout and I’m always happy to buy several boxes from her.  When my own daughter signed up for Girl Scouts I was thrilled.  Supporting the organization that helps young women become responsible citizens is perhaps one of the most worthy causes in the world.   Alas, there is an ulterior motive to my saying “yes” to so many boxes of cookies.  So yeah, I received payment for this sponsored post through Mom It Forward Blogger Network but the opinions and sad, sad story I’m about to share are 100% mine. You see, in 2009 when I was pregnant with my second child, gestational diabetes hit me like a beast.  

Making it through the holidays was a breeze.  Not eating pasta?  No problem.  I even limited myself to one tiny sliver of baby shower cake without much complaint.  But when it was time to order the Girl Scout cookies, my heart broke.  Withholding those little morsels of heaven from my insulin-resistant pancreas was tiny torture. Not willing to endanger my baby even for some samoas, I hid a couple of boxes in my cabinet with the intention to splurge after the baby was born.  After all, the baby would be born well after cookie season and I didn’t want to lose my limited supply.  I told my husband to stay out of my stash.  No one argues with a preggo woman. When I returned home from the hospital and was deep in the throes of the baby blues, the only cure was the coconut-chocolate goodness that had awaited me for so long.  Sneaking into the cabinet after a late-night nursing session, I was frustrated at not being able to find the beautiful boxes.  Turns out that the many houseguests who visited during the baby’s arrival had depleted my stash.  No!!  I am not joking!!!  My father in law actually ate my Girl Scout cookies.  Five years later, the bitterness remains.  Only a lifetime of eating those lost samoas will sweeten my spirit at this point. So attention Karma. You owe me some Girl Scout cookies.

Let’s face it. If we’re honest with ourselves, we might acknowledge that the timeline for Girl Scout cookie sales is just about perfect since we’ve probably lost the Thanksgiving/Christmas weight by then.  We can afford the few extra (cough, cough, thousand) calories that can be consumed in one sitting.  If you’re really feeling stressed about it, why not choose the THIN Mints?!

When you see the Girl Scouts sitting at the table in front of your grocery store or Walmart, buy a box. Or three.  Do it for yourself. Do it for Girl Scouts around the world.  Do it for me. Get out there and enjoy National Girl Scout Cookie Weekend.  Then think of me while you’re eating those bites of goodness.

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So here’s the question of the day.  What’s your favorite type of Girl Scout Cookie?