Welcome to My Diet where Snacking is Sometimes Spoken
I work in an office that would probably win the award for "most opportunities to feed its employees". Between the Monday bagels and croissants, daily fruit and juice availabilities, catered lunches and Friday donuts; not to mention the birthday cake on every birthday (over 150 people in the one building), I'm plagued with a snacker's (and overeater's) paradise.
My diet had been going quite well this week until what I'll call the "first slip of the tongue". It was a close coworkers birthday and it was ice cream cake, son instead of saying no and making up some other excuse, I had a small piece, which of course was mistake number one, because it set me off ot the path of a sugar binge that didn't end until 10pm that night with the second piece of cake from Costco.
So, I say all this for what? Sympathy? Nope. Ranting? Partly. Advice on how to avoid this situation again? Ding ding ding, give the lady a prize.
It is never to late to be what you are meant to be.
What am I trying to prove to myself, and that's when I look in the mirror and face down the demons of my body telling me that I can't do it and say that I can.