The boss went to Sam's Club last night and bought tons of soda for the fridge and candy for the various candy bowls in the office.
One of the girls brought in butter rum cake.
Soda....candy.....butter rum cake.
Three things I know I can do without. None of them appeal to me, I was going to be fine.
But now... now there are brownies. Delicious-looking homemade brownies. The mother of one of the guys here sent them to her son for valentine's day and he brought them in to work. Brownies are definitely tempting.
And of course I'm hungry, and have an hour and a half til I usually take lunch. If I eat the brownie, I won't have room in my plan for wine and my special v-day dessert with DH (it's not that special... angel food cake, strawberries, and whipped cream.... but SO good). If I don't eat the brownie, I have to sit here thinking about the brownie. Brownie brownie brownie.
I can hear it calling my name. But I really don't want it that badly. It's just there. And I'm hungry.
Perhaps I'll eat my orange. My orange-that's-not-a-brownie. We'll see if that works. sigh...




8mickey... anonymous office mom. True. I hadn't thought of it that way. Her feelings won't be hurt if I don't eat one.
(Maybe not, but you can tell yourself that, right?)
(there's no jaw-dropping smilie, that's the best I can do)