I wanna be bad...

I'm having one of those weeks.

An unexpected day off, a slip of the resolve with chips and salsa*, and unnumbered attempts to rescue the rest of the week from the pits of Hell have weakened me.

I am tired. I am grumpy. I am hungry.

I keep walking to the break room to refill my water bottle and the snack machine gets a little closer to the water cooler every time I come back. Next time I walk in, they'll be right next to each other, I'm positive of it.

I have change. Exact change.

One Cheeto will not hurt me, right? And a Ruffle? The ridges mean extra calories spent consuming said chip.

My reserves are shaky at best. My mind is meandering away from my work and down the snack aisle.

I want carbity goodness badness and I want it two hours ago.

Uh-oh. My water bottle is empty...

(*Chips and salsa consumed during a tropical storm are not considered to be actual cheating. It's true. Look it up.)

Comments

[HeatherPride]

Yeah....join the club. This week I got stuck in traffic right next to a Popeye's Fried Chicken. Sitting....staring.....drooling..... Can you guess who made a sudden turn into the drive thru?

[Wendy]

You can do it. Who needs yellow finger tips anyway? You've come so far.

On the other hand, one bag is not going to hurt you. If you deprive yourself it just get worse. Get a bag, take 1/2 of them out, and throw them away. That way you get the satisfaction without *all* the fat and calories and can still feel good about yourself.

[Krystal]

I guess I am lucky so to speak - in my office - the only food here is health food! LOL Does nothing for me but when you are hungry, you can eat just about any size of carboard box as possible!

[PAPA]

At work we have conferences with food. Of course, I can't let the food go to waste. So I eat it. And eat it. And eat it. It's not my fault it's pizza and eggrolls and Coke and brownies.