i have this new thing. no sodas during the week. no sweets/dessert during the week. ok. well i try really hard. but because my personal trainer/denny has been on vacation or out of town on cpe, i have gotten a bit soft. literally. the other night i got the munchies. cookie. must have cookie. it was about midnight, heather was asleep and it was just me, the tv and the freezer. i cracked the drawer, the freezer light penetrated the dark kitchen. i reached for the ziplock bag. unzipped. reached in, and put the cookie in my mouth. i suddenly felt very strange. was it guilt? i couldn’t pinpoint it. then all of a sudden i noticed something. there was kenz. just in a diaper. half awake holding her blankie. eyes squinting at me. “daddy. what you doing?” busted.