Monday, April 26, 2010
The retirement party cake was sitting there, all pretty and sugary. I knew that there would be cake at the party. I had budgeted my day to allow for such an indulgence. I had my big slice, enjoyed my buttercream frosting and boston cream filling and loved every second of it. Was it a splurgy day? Sure. But it was all accounted for. I ate it and felt great.
But the next day, the cake was back in the work kitchen. No one else was around. Lots of other treats too. I was tired, and the coffee just wasn't cutting it. I had another slice. But this time, it was furtive, unplanned, sneaky. It didn't taste as good, feel as good. I went back for more -- a muffin, a slice of coffee cake, a handful of trail mix and M&Ms. But even stuffing all that down my gullet (and you know that's what I was doing) didn't make me feel less tired or less stressed. And it didn't taste as good as the cake the day before.