My days are spent in a boring office building with ugly high-traffic carpeting woven into rows of identical cubicles where everything is colored the same shade of burgundy, sameness allowing us to efficiently march towards the 5:00pm daily finish line distracted by little else.
And yet! Individuality cannot be stifled. And how do these 9-5ers express themselves (at least on my floor)?
With food.
From the moment I arrive to the short walk to my desk, I pass by at least 17 opportunities to binge. Every day is an exercise in extreme self-control. And I'm not always so strong.
Me last Friday:
I've scoured the internet for tips to avoid the candy jar and polled friends. One confided that her office began an accountability game where every snatched Hershey bar meant a donation to the political cause one opposed most.
Another brings in fruit, but that doesn't work for me. (How could I possibly choose a banana over a brownie?) The whole willpower idea of just turning off the switch doesn't work for me. Especially when I'm jonesing.
My problem starts when I WANT something sweet. If I could just be repulsed by it, I'd be ok. I'm very good about not eating candy I hate. Like I hate fudge, even homemade. (I know, I know, I'm weird). But come 3pm I get weak and I start scavenging.
Lately I've been bringing 20-calorie jello cups to work. Those are pretty satisfying but I'm still working on trying to get myself to hate chocolate. I'm not always so successful.
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