Wednesday, May 22, 2013
A Lindt milk chocolate truffle monster.
I discovered these little balls of deliciousness some time ago and occasionally ... occasionally ... indulge in them. I feel proud and happy when I can walk through the gift shop at our hospital and not be drawn to them.
My mistake was, I introduced two of my equally sweet-loving co-workers to them and they are equally in love.
So my director feeds my addiction. A $5 bill buys 11 of them at our gift shop. That's about 814 calories, if my math is right. So I'll take his $5 and buy 11 of 'em, and keep two for myself. Sometimes, like last week, he wanted me to go to the gift shop but I was strong ... I said Not today. Maybe Monday.
Yesterday, he came through our cubicle farm with a bag of truffles, passing them out like, well, like candy. I cannot turn these things away if they're placed near me, I'm telling you.
Today I've been doing great with my calories. I'm right in range. The three of us had a late afternoon meeting. My other colleague walked in late because she'd been coming from a funeral. Don't you know, she walked in with a paper bag full of truffles! OMG.
I'm not freaking out about this, but I absolutely cannot take up a daily Lindt milk chocolate truffle habit. I'm not going to buy any for a while, and I'm going to do my best to not indulge when I'm face to face with them.