After a relatively healthy and sparse lunch, I decided to reward myself and save $ by making a simple pasta dinner. Since I was still hungry after my first helping, I had a very teeny tiny second helping, mostly because I still had sauce and didn't want to be wasteful. Feeling quite full I went off to help with a project for work, which inevitably ended with pizza for everyone. I had great plans to avoid the pizza, but it turned out I was the one picking it up. Have you ever had 10 fresh-out-of-the-oven pizzas in your car? The aroma invaded my nostrils! I almost stopped on the side of the road to finish one off on my own! Somehow I made it back with all intact and decided since it had been 4 hours since dinner, my body was ready for a refuel, even if it hadn't realized it was hungry yet. 1 pizza slice. That's it. They're so small, anyway. And delicious and cheesy...
This is the worst part. I was there to help with some debriefing and saw that some of the girls there were pretty upset. I wanted to do my job, but didn't want to make them feel awkward by drawing attention to them. Aha, they're sitting next to the pizza! Clever me, I'll make some casual conversation under the guise of getting another piece! Better make it seem real... what's one more piece...
Today I had turkey and cheese plain on a plate and was so proud of myself for saving 'points' by not using bread, that I went ahead and polished off the bag of chips.
There comes a moment when I plan these things where, I think, I realize what I'm doing.
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