tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011232371052149351.post-20965060287640424752007-05-28T21:38:00.000-04:002007-05-28T21:50:42.707-04:00It has been said many times that a large percentage of women would rather eat chocolate than have sex. Clearly 2 tickets to the Stanley Cup Playoffs is not on the radar of most women as a reward either. So why do I crave food, need food, think about food? Why does it cross my mind as soon as I have accomplished something that I should reward myself with ice cream?<br /><br />So here's my list of today's accomplishments:<br /><br />1. walk 6 am for 25 minutes<br />2. eat yogurt for breakfast<br />3. skip the freshly baked muffins in the kitchen at work just before lunch<br />4. have salad for lunch<br />5. create a fantastic design solution for one of our most miserable clients<br />6. bail another job out of the fire because there a 2 directors out sick today.<br />7. talk the only healthy director out of quitting because of the stress of doing the work of three.<br />8. stay late to help a junior employee learn some tricks on a new software program.<br />9. get home from work @ 8:30pm<br /><br />LET ME EAT CAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />I don't want hockey tickets, I don't want sex (well not right now), I don't want to win the lottery. I want to eat chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream. What evil spirit has given me taste buds, free will and a crappy metabolism. I ask you that.<br /><br />So fine, I'll have some carrots and hate the world.<br /><br />Life ain't fair, no kiddingKathleen MacDougallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12933426270586547247noreply@blogger.com