It 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?
So here's my list of today's accomplishments:
1. walk 6 am for 25 minutes
2. eat yogurt for breakfast
3. skip the freshly baked muffins in the kitchen at work just before lunch
4. have salad for lunch
5. create a fantastic design solution for one of our most miserable clients
6. bail another job out of the fire because there a 2 directors out sick today.
7. talk the only healthy director out of quitting because of the stress of doing the work of three.
8. stay late to help a junior employee learn some tricks on a new software program.
9. get home from work @ 8:30pm
LET ME EAT CAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
So fine, I'll have some carrots and hate the world.
Life ain't fair, no kidding
Monday, May 28, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Dieting is like Flossing
I always have the best intentions. Every morning I tell myself floss those teeth and as I get in my car I think maybe tomorrow. Is dieting just like that. I start out in the morning full of hope. I walk by the chocolate chip cookies (usually) and dive into an Activa yogurt. I tend to lean towards the Zone as my diet of choice so I might scarf down an ounce or two of lean turkey breast. Hey about a green tea pill and I am off for the day.
Its about 12:03pm and my the lunch bell is ringing in my ear. Thankfully there are many people in the studio I work with that don't brown bag. I call out loudly for takers. Hmmmm where will we go. The mall is the first choice and we have a good food court. Villa Medina ....yummm good Mediterranean food. I'll have a plate with 2 salads and chicken off the spit. Sounds like a good diet plan. Did I mention the extra large scoop of garlic mayo on the side of the plate? No? Ooops. Sure I'll take that pita. What are you looking at? I'm eating chick peas and Greek salad. What are you trying to say with that look. So what if the plate could feed 2-3 people. Are you trying to say that I'm eating too much. Well it could be worse and I did eat lettuce and grilled chicken.
I could nap at 3:oopm everyday. I have yet to convince anyone that taking a quick little snooze under the desk is a good thing. I am their boss after all. If I sleep we should all sleep. No one has respect for authority anymore.
Since I'm nodding off maybe a quick trip around the studio will wake me up. As usual I find myself in the kitchen next to the vending machine. I like Aero Bars. This is new for me. I would usually have opted for a Reece's Peanut Butter Cup, a Mars bar or a Kit Kat but lately I'm all about the Aero. I look at the yummy bar for a few minutes but then I see my reflection in the plexi of the machine. Bad idea. I fill up my water glass and go back to my desk. There are so many moments in the day when you have to make the right diet decision . You can do the right thing 97 times out of a hundred but those three wrong turns can ruin the day for you.
Quitting time, it's about 7pm and I'm on the way home. Did I mention that I did not receive a cooking gene at birth and neither did my boyfriend. I get home we have a little chit chat a laugh or two and then of course the big question. "What do you want to have for dinner" We hum and we haw and sit in silence and we think. The clock say 8:00pm now and this conversation is getting boring. Another half hour of opening the fridge door and guess what. We talk about doing a big grocery shop tomorrow but tonight let's just get a sub. I'm no Jarred. I want a foot long from Subway, tuna with extra cheese. Could I also get some cookies with that. Thanks sweetie. I was going to go for a walk tonight. Maybe tomorrow... and maybe tomorrow I'll floss my teeth.
Its about 12:03pm and my the lunch bell is ringing in my ear. Thankfully there are many people in the studio I work with that don't brown bag. I call out loudly for takers. Hmmmm where will we go. The mall is the first choice and we have a good food court. Villa Medina ....yummm good Mediterranean food. I'll have a plate with 2 salads and chicken off the spit. Sounds like a good diet plan. Did I mention the extra large scoop of garlic mayo on the side of the plate? No? Ooops. Sure I'll take that pita. What are you looking at? I'm eating chick peas and Greek salad. What are you trying to say with that look. So what if the plate could feed 2-3 people. Are you trying to say that I'm eating too much. Well it could be worse and I did eat lettuce and grilled chicken.
I could nap at 3:oopm everyday. I have yet to convince anyone that taking a quick little snooze under the desk is a good thing. I am their boss after all. If I sleep we should all sleep. No one has respect for authority anymore.
Since I'm nodding off maybe a quick trip around the studio will wake me up. As usual I find myself in the kitchen next to the vending machine. I like Aero Bars. This is new for me. I would usually have opted for a Reece's Peanut Butter Cup, a Mars bar or a Kit Kat but lately I'm all about the Aero. I look at the yummy bar for a few minutes but then I see my reflection in the plexi of the machine. Bad idea. I fill up my water glass and go back to my desk. There are so many moments in the day when you have to make the right diet decision . You can do the right thing 97 times out of a hundred but those three wrong turns can ruin the day for you.
Quitting time, it's about 7pm and I'm on the way home. Did I mention that I did not receive a cooking gene at birth and neither did my boyfriend. I get home we have a little chit chat a laugh or two and then of course the big question. "What do you want to have for dinner" We hum and we haw and sit in silence and we think. The clock say 8:00pm now and this conversation is getting boring. Another half hour of opening the fridge door and guess what. We talk about doing a big grocery shop tomorrow but tonight let's just get a sub. I'm no Jarred. I want a foot long from Subway, tuna with extra cheese. Could I also get some cookies with that. Thanks sweetie. I was going to go for a walk tonight. Maybe tomorrow... and maybe tomorrow I'll floss my teeth.
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