I avoid talking specifically about my job on this blog because I have plenty of other forums where I bitch about/discuss that.
Let’s just say that for the last four years with my current employer, my holiday season revolves around one specific project, and that project sucks all the life and joy out of me.
So that’s going to be my primary excuse for not posting here all week. That and the fact that I am ashamed at how much bad food I’ve eaten this week. So ashamed that I am contemplating hiding the bathroom scale.
My preferred hiding spot: The recycle center.
Here’s the part where I whine that it’s just sooooo haaaaaard to eat right when you are so busy at work you can barely breathe and it’s also the holiday season when fabulously fattening food is practically stalking you.
Wah, wah, wah.
I know very well that with a little planning I could be eating better. I know that if I absolutely have to have that Caramel Brulee latte from Starbucks (and I really do HAVE TO HAVE it) I could at least order it with non-fat milk.
I could order a Happy Meal if McDonald’s is my only lunch option.
I know all this. But that’s the thing about weight loss. What you know (as an educated person with a triple digit IQ) to be true just doesn’t always make the conversion to appropriate behavior.
And with every passing day, I keep hoping my boss won’t ask me why I am wearing jeans to work every day. Because the answer is that none of my pants fit anymore.
She may draw the line if I start showing up in my sweats. Please let her draw that line.
