Hi there Beautiful People,
So here's a riddle for you: What do you get when you add me plus stress plus chocolate? The answer: a whole lotta trouble.
Needless to say, since I've had a bunch of days off in the last two weeks and we are in our busiest month of the year, things got a little hectic today. On top of my heavy work load, I was covering another group for the afternoon and I hadn't worked on their stuff for two months. It got a little crazy.
The bonus was that it was Secret Santa day. I had planned on running out at lunch to get my present. I went to Modell's (Gotta go to Mo's...it's a sporting goods store) for some hockey memorabilia. The bonus is that they have my Reeboks RealFlex on clearance...so Santa got me a new pair of sneakers! Time to start training for the next Marathon!
The bad part of the day was that of course someone brought in a lot of candy and put it on the desk next to mine. I was good at first and had only the small dark chocolate pieces. I was good with that. And then they handed out the individual bags of candy. Hershey kisses. Chocolate Santa. Giant Nestle crunch bar. As the afternoon went on I got more and more stressed. I ate every Hershey kiss. (and polished off the chocolate Santa when I got home).
Argh. I was mad at myself. It was not going to get any better at night. I really needed to get a lot of shopping done tonight so that I can have a long walk on Saturday before my family party. Well there was an accident and it took me 90 minutes to get to the mall after work. Normally it takes 30. I was starving when I go there too. argh. I quickly made some purchases, but I still had another stop before going home. After the second store I realized how late it was and I really needed to eat. So I went to Chick-Fil-A and got the grilled chicken sandwich. Yum...but I ate the fries too. I had considered stopping for Subway or a salad earlier, but then I talked myself out of it and thought I would have dinner at home. I was wrong.
So I hit a third store after dinner and then I was really ready to come home. When I was getting undressed for my pjs I found the chocolate that had fallen down my shirt and between my boobs. This is a sign that I have a problem. It's not a surprise. I know my weakness. I also know that I really am addicted. So often I hear "you can have a little" or "It's christmas, go ahead and treat yourself". They just don't understand. It's not just eating a piece of chocolate. It turns into binge eating and then horrible guilt for hours and days. I wish I could just have one, but alas it's not going to happen.
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