Michelle Smiles

Teaching my children to question authority, except mine.

The road to Lane Bryant is paved with the best of intentions

January24

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.

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