the allure of cake...

Today started just like any other day: I woke up and ate my pre-workout banana, did my workout (I did "Rock It OFF") and took my shower. AND - I got to give my baby girl hugs and kisses before going to work! I love it when she wakes up before we leave. Well...sometimes. Other times I just want to stay with her. This morning she looked at Pat and said, "You're going to work?" He said, "Yes, and so is Mommy." She looked at me and said, "No, Mommy is not going to work!" It about broke my heart. But then she gave me lots of kisses and hugs and didn't cry when we left so it was okay. Good grief I love that little girl.

I had my coffee at my desk and then my string cheese after doing chart reviews around 10AM. I was STARVING by then. Normally I can hold out until lunch time but I seriously wanted to eat everything.

When I got ready for lunch, I took out my salad with dressing and hummus, bell peppers, orange, cantaloupe and nectarine and went into the break room to get a fork. And then...there it was.

Darn it.

Stupid cake.

Stupid, dumb birthday cake. Laughing at me. Honestly, it was mocking me. If it had fingers and ears and a tongue it would have been wiggling its fingers in its ears and blowing raspberries at me.

And...AND...there was bow tie pasta in Alfredo sauce and garlic bread. Not. Fair.

So I added some of their salad to my salad, strategically missing the croutons, and I skipped their ranch dressing in favor of my balsamic. Which, I'm sorry, just wasn't as good. Maybe it's the wrong brand. Whatever.

At one point one of the dietitians (yes - one of the DIETITIANS!!!) walked past me, saw what I was eating and said to me, "You haven't been in there? They have good stuff today. And there's cake!"

Remember wanting to give someone a fat lip? Now, I like this woman, I really do. But she was trying to sabotage me.

Being the sweet and demure woman that I am (shut UP), I just took the "smile and nod" response.

Too bad it's not attractive to have drool coming out of your mouth. I would have been HAWT if it was.

Anyway - just so you know, I didn't eat the cake. I finished my lunch and went back to my desk to cry about it. Not really. But I have a flair for the dramatic.

So far this afternoon I've had some carrots, edamame and yogurt, and another bottle of water or two. I have some grapes to eat later or on the way home. Dinner is supposed to be burritos, courtesy of my sister-in-law, Kathy. Well...thanks to her, not courtesy of her. She's not making them for us. Although that would be nice.

(Kathy...are you reading this?)

I'm already sore from my workout this morning. I haven't done any sort of weights in months. I think the eating "experiment" is helping to give me some more energy so that I actually wanted a tougher workout today. I hope I stretched well enough to avoid being any more sore than I already am.

A friend suggested that I put up some before and updated pictures. I do have a before picture in a bathing suit from our trip to the beach for my grandmother's birthday party. It's awful. I really do look like a beached whale. The question is, am I brave (read: dumb) enough to put them up?

CAKE.

What? Yes, I'm still thinking about it. Stupid cake.