|It's a conspiracy...
||[Aug. 13th, 2008|03:18 pm]
The stress and pressure of the last few months have put a good 10 pounds on me. And not just in fun places, either. At this rate, I'm going to have to get longer bodice laces. |
(For those of you who are thinking: it's the food you put in your big fat mouth, not the stress or pressure. Quite harping on me! It's stressing me...oh, no, there went half a container of TicTacs...it's either biting the head off of a colleague or a snickers bar....sadly, the latter is more socially acceptable. Although just barely. Certainly the media seems to think homicide is okay if you're pretty, but just being fat...euwww. But that's another soapbox and at this rate I'd have to reinforce it before I got up on it.)
But I was good. We went to the farmer's market for lunch and I passed on getting sweets/desserts. Found it easy to refuse my colleagues' offers of tastes of their cookies and pastries. A little harder to refuse a bite of the strawberry banana and NUTELLA crepe. But I did it. I even weathered the afternoon birthday celebration in the office, refusing the cake, the cupcakes, the cookies. Proud of myself, coming up in the elevator...had I lost an ounce already?
To find a big honking piece of chocolate cake on my desk.
Gathering the shreds of my dignity around me like some moth-eaten cloak, I can tell you that I only ate half of it.