The road to Lane Bryant is paved with the best of intentions
I sat at my desk this morning virtuously eating my banana and drinking my organic tea (it was a yummy Christmas gift…I don’t necessarily buy into the whole organic thing but that is another post). I was patting myself on the back for remembering to grab the banana on my way out this morning so I wouldn’t be forced to forage in the vending machine for something to eat for breakfast. I was also smug in my knowledge that I spent the time last night to make my lunch: a beautiful salad with pecans, raspberries, feta and left over chicken. I also used a new dressing recipe for my salad – a Thai dressing with lime, soy sauce, honey, fresh basil and anchovy paste. AND I wore a pair of pants to work today that I haven’t been able to wear for a year. Yeah me.
Then I hear it. The little voice of peanut M&Ms in my desk. They are calling me. “Michelle…Michelle…don’t forget about us.” I ignore them. I am healthy with my banana, organic tea, salad for lunch, and fitting into pants I haven’t worn in a year. But the little voice keeps calling me “Michelle we would taste way better than that banana”. Nope, I don’t hear you, you evil little M&Ms. “Michelle, we won’t hurt you. One little package of us isn’t that big of a deal.” Shut up, shut up, shut up! I don’t want you! I am perfectly happy with my banana and organic tea.
I held out for all of an hour. I finally ate them just so I could think about something other than the fact they were in my desk drawer. Call me weak. Say I have no will power. But just remember, in order for them to be in my desk this morning, I must have bought them at some point and NOT eaten them. And boy oh boy did they taste good this morning.