So, I hit my personal redline and I've been onplan for 13 days to try to get my sexy jeans comfy again.
Today was a coworker's birthday, they were having cake. It was a gorgeous cake, lots of whipped cream frosting and big curls of chocolate shaving all around the edge - my kind of cake! I showed up, sang happy birthday and took off when they started cutting the cake, patting myself on the back for avoiding temptation.
A coworker actually brought a piece of cake to my desk and tried to push it on me THREE times! I almost took it just to throw it away.
But yay me - turning it down the first time was tough, but a piece of cut cake, waved beneath my nose, in the privacy of my own office (no one has to know!)...that was a HUGE victory.
(caveat - as a maintainer, in a non weight critical moment, I might have planned to eat the cake and eaten it happily - this was NOT THAT TIME)