to the chocolate chip cookies downstairs at Paradise Bakery. I'm terrible about stress eating, and oh boy, are those cookies ever calling my name. La la la la la, I'm not listening. I'm broke, I don't have $ for chocolate chip cookies, I don't need them anyway. Note to self: Must work out tonight, maybe that will help with stress relief, and personal well-being to boot. Maybe then it will be a little easier to ignore those damned cookies. Our offices are moving to a new building in a couple of weeks, and we will no longer be connected to the tunnel system that's under this building and chock-full of little temptations like Paradise Bakery. No Paradise, no Chick-Fil-A, no Starbucks close at hand. Maybe that's a good thing for my weight-loss efforts - if the naughty foods aren't so handy, I'm less likely to go looking for them.
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You listen to Love and Rockets...that instantly makes you cool, in case you didn't know.
Oh, and bad food will find you, no matter where you go. You just may not be able to walk to them.
Thanks, Sparkey! And you're right about the bad food - if it doesn't find me, I'll go out and buy the damned stuff. LOL But maybe it will soon be a little less easily accessible during my work day. I can hope, anyway.... :-)
L.
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