Food. is. everywhere. And when you work in a social office environment, free food is everywhere.
As a relatively poor twenty-something, I find it incredibly hard to turn down anything that’s free. Pencils, dryer sheets, random furniture. It doesn’t cost a thing? Sure, I’ll take it all. And delicious dessert? Forget about it.
Today a few people at work went out for lunch, and the waiters brought over complimentary freshly baked ice cream sandwiches.
You heard me.
Cinnamon ice cream. Sandwiched in-between two homemade oatmeal cookies.
It took absolutely everything I had in me not to take a bite. Because let’s be real – once I try a little, I’m going to eat the whole thing. I know this from experience.
When I got back to work, there was a giant bake sale. I’m talking pumpkin bread, cupcakes, cookies, brownies, bars, cake…virtually every delicious thing you could think of. Take a moment and salivate over what I was up against:
Well, you get the picture. (These aren’t actual photos from the bake sale, by the way – I just wanted you to get a sense of the spread. Everything really did look this delicious, I swear.) I think I deserve a medal for walking past this.
And then, if that wasn’t enough, around 5:00 we sang happy birthday to my co-worker. In front of a gourmet, bakery-made funfetti cake. It looked beyond beautiful. Then someone offered me a slice, waving it slowly under my nose.
I had to walk away and get some water. As I walked, I began to negotiate with myself. “A little bit of dairy won’t really hurt you.” And, “It’s someone’s birthday. You can eat cake. Everyone else is.” And finally, “You just won’t eat dinner later. You can do that.” (I can’t.)
I got a big cup of ice water and chewed on the ice. And honestly, it helped. Once the moment passed, and people were done eating, I felt like I could breathe again.
Later today, I thought about how I’ll probably never regret not eating cake. It’s not something you look back on and think, “Damn, I should have definitely eaten that.” No. Dessert is just something that leaves you feeling powerless in the moment. But once the moment passes, you’re always going to feel good about your decision.
So all in all, I’m proud of my choices today. At least I got to smell dessert, right?
Side note, I lost 0.6 pounds last week.
I weighed in yesterday, and honestly was surprised I didn’t gain weight. Last week wasn’t great – I ate an average of 2100 calories per day (yikes) and only worked out twice. So I’m taking that 0.6 pounds and running, thank you very much.
This week will be better. It already is. I’m going to weigh in Tuesday before I fly home for Thanksgiving, so it will only be a 6-day week. But I have a feeling it will be a good one. :)