Let Them Eat Cake

Offices are evil.

There's no ifs, ands and but(t)s about it. Offices are determined to trip you up when you're dieting (or changing your eating habits or whatever you want to call it today).

Yesterday management decided everyone "deserved a break" and offered cookies (jumbo oatmeal raisin and chocolate chip) and lemonade in every kitchen in the building. That's four kitchens. No matter where you were in the building, you'd have access to those cookies. Of course I took one. Are you kidding me?! Hopefully I worked it off in my one-hour aerobics class and 45-minute after-dinner power walk with Brian.

Today there's birthday cake in the kitchen. It's cut up into nice serving sizes in bowls along the counter. Lovely. So pretty too with purple flowers. I happened upon them when I went in there to heat my Balsamic Chicken Lean Cuisine. While I was microwaving, I stood there and stared at the cake. You see, I love birthday cake. Yellow cake with vanilla frosting to be exact. And this had tons of frosting. Just how I like it. The only thing preventing me from grabbing one of the bowls is that there was no e-mail saying they were up for grabs. I'm waiting for that e-mail and when it comes, I'm gonna be all over it like the frosting on that cake.

I told you, I have no willpower and I'm not even gonna try some Jedi Mind Trick to get myself not to eat one. The only thing that will stop me is if that e-mail never goes out because grabbing one without being offered would be rude. And since I'm the new kid on the block, I don't want or need that label.