It figures today someone in my office brings in two dozen Dunkin'Donuts. I actually stood up from my seat and started to walk over there my mind saying, ...'Only one won't hurt...' before I gained leave of my senses and I sat my fat ass back down. I only have an hour to go to lunch and my stomach is growling like there is no tomorrow.
It has to be psychosomatic. It has to be.
I think I'm going to have to bring carrot sticks or something to munch on inbetween the meals, or I'm not going to last very long. You know what I'm dreaming about though? A nice big bowl full of lettuce and tomatoes with oil and red wine vinegar. Love, love the ruffage.
Unfortunately, I also love everything else.
One day at a time. One hour at a time. If I could quit smoking cold turkey six months ago, I can do this too.