It is another 30 minutes to lunch, but I brough turkey taco's. My boss is sitting at her desk, and the smell of her beef stew is wafting over the divider to me and making me want to scream. This morning in the break room they were having a reception for an interviewing librarian, and the smell if cinnamon rolls wafted through my department making my mouth water. I decided to take a break and get away from it all up on the 4th floor...where apparently they are having some kind of catered lunch, and as soon as the elevator doors opened it was all I could do to stop myself from attacking the chef guy standing by the door and steal his food....to run cackling from the building.
I have been good this week, I have been crazy good. I have not even allowed myself a hershies kiss. Everything has stayed on plan, dispite the brownies they had in my office on Tuesday afternoon, dispite being sick and having a mad craving for chicken noodle soup. I have been good. My bathroom scale said I gained 3 pounds. I go to WI tonight after work and am just dreading it. Right now I want nothing more than to just go home and bury my head in a pillow and sleep for the next 12-18 hours.
Sorry for the rant, just had to get that off my chest before it explodes, and I kill everyone in this office for chocolate.
