Every day I fight a battle with that stupid pastry tray in the residence dining hall.
In the morning it’s positioned next to the water cooler as I fill up my jug for the first time when I get my coffee and get hot water for my oatmeal or grab a boiled egg and an English muffin for breakfast.
At lunch time it meanders over and finds its way ON TOP of the water cooler, tempting employees to gobble up the goodies as a treat with lunch.
And yup – it’s still there mid-afternoon when I make my third trip to fill up my 750ml bottle.
But why am I fighting this battle? Why am I even tempted by these treats?
WHY? WHY? WHY?
Probably because no one is watching two out of the three times a day.
No one can see my sneak a muffin, a mini danish, a cinnamon roll or two. Heck, maybe there’s even a cookie today.
I could scarf one or two down easily whilst filling up my bottle and scurry back on down the stairs, no one the wiser.
Except the scale.
And my conscience.
But now you see this.
And now I can’t.
**to be clear, I’m still super duper on program. The tray just bugs the hell out of me and I think about it CONSTANTLY**