A weighty issue

Ugh, I woke up this morning feeling like I had sausages, instead of fingers, attached to my hand. I also woke up to the sound of thunder. NOT a good start to the morning. It's Friday, it's supposed to be a day of celebration, no reason, just that it's Friday and I don't have to work tomorrow. But instead I wake up grouchy and bloated. Dandy. Perfect. Freaking Friday. I tried to make it better by stepping on the scale...effing 'a'...the flipping scale. WHY???

Okay, so I do Weight Watchers. I have for years now. Good for me right? Wrong. Well kind of anyway. WW is a "life style not a diet" so really I'm supposed to apply those guidelines to my every day life. However, I made my lifetime weight (a goal set by yourself and the WW corporation that puts you within a healthy weight for your height and age) and as you can probably guess...I didn't keep it off. I'm a stress eater. Not emotional, don't get those mixed up. If Trainer decided to do something really stupid and it made me upset I wouldn't eat, I would have no appetite, but when I have a deadline or have to work long hours to get a critical project done (which happens often) I eat. I eat crap. Today is going to be one of those days.

I walk in to work this morning, and I'm doing pretty good, it's 8:30am. My schedule is pretty flexible as long as I get my work done. And since I'm not a morning person I take FULL advantage of that flexibility, usually rolling into the office between 8:30 and 9:30. As I said, I'm doing pretty good this morning. I get to my cubicle in the cube farm and log into the computer. There is an email from the Director of Ops saying that today was the last day for donations for a baby present for one of her staff. So, I mosey down to her office to give her some cash (hey, I'm a team player) and on the way one of my favorite engineers is standing there with a box. Someone say, "Hey, so and so has donuts." Crap, I love donuts. NO nutritional value what-so-ever, but dammit they're good. I started to gravitate and I said, "No, nope, not gonna do it. I had my oatmeal, it was SO good...I don't need a donut." and passed on by. On the way back they jeered at me, "Are you SURE you don't want a donut? Look...they're calling to you." Bastards.

I get back to my desk and open up the programs that I'll be working with today and grab my coffee cup to get coffee. I walk into the break room to be confronted by muffins. Those big, moist, double chocolate chip and butter rum muffins. Oh my...and they're right in front of the coffee pots. Crap, crap, crap. Deep breath...get your coffee and RUN. I do, I get out just in time. Whew. Saved myself hundreds of calories. I did it, I'm back at my desk. So, I'm working away (and this is BEFORE I started my blog) and my co-worker comes in late. Not as in - she's LATE, but later than me. I make no judgements about when people are here, as long as it doesn't affect me. Anyway, I smell it before I see her...oh double crap...what does she have in her hands??? A box full of breakfast tacos. And these are GOOD breakfast tacos. Homemade tortillas stuffed with eggs, cheese and potato. Effin, effin, effin 'A'!!! That's it. I break down. And now I'm sitting here typing and eating a fatty breakfast taco with salsa AND an old fashioned donut. I'm sorry... I know, I'm disappointed too, but I'm not THAT strong. I guess being tempted three times in less than an hour will break a person.

I've just been informed of what we're having for lunch today...pizza. You all know how much I love pizza. My WW points are shot for the day. It's just going to be one of those days. I get 22 points a day, I've already consumed 13...at 10am people. That's 9 left for the day and a slice of pizza is 5-9 points depending on the type. Guess who's going to be eating carrots for dinner...effin 'A' man...effin 'a'.