I think the women in my office have it out for me. Why else would they continue to leave HUGE bowls of candy every ten feet? And who decides that a random Wednesday in early November calls for ice cream sundaes and root beer floats - in the morning, no less? Don’t they remember the death of my Self Control last Memorial Day? I mourned over it for weeks and even eulogized it on this very blog. It was a sad time for me as I thought of goals that would forever remain just out of reach and the fun times I could have had admiring my toned self in the mirror. Unfortunately the copious amounts of leftover Halloween candy I've been consuming aren’t offering me much comfort. (sigh.)
I work with sadists.