Go ahead, challenge me…I can take it.
First off, I am attending a get together this Saturday night and while I have been assured the menu will consist of healthy items I still have to control my portions...not graze as I often have throughout an entire evening. Also, I cannot consume beer after beer. My normal routine was to load up on food before I would go out, so I could drink throughout the night and avoid falling over in a drunken stupor. You know…give the alcohol something to “soak up”, as if that actually worked (yes, I know I’m stupid). So Saturday night poses two challenges: 1) don’t overeat at a catered event and 2) don’t drink like a sailor and pass out.
This morning I'm sitting at my desk when I see my coworker, The Squirrel, walking in with two large, white bakery boxes. Not only that, but I am known for having a favorite bagel: Bacon, Egg and Cheese. (It is an egg bagel, absolutely covered in melted cheddar cheese and bacon bits. So much cheddar cheese that the center of the bagel holds a reservoir of what has to be 10,000,000 calories.) The Squirrel knows this is my favorite; she thinks she's being nice by getting not one, not two, but six of them. See, I have turned my coworkers into worshipers of this Devil Danish as well. The more gluttonous pagans the better, right?
First off, I am attending a get together this Saturday night and while I have been assured the menu will consist of healthy items I still have to control my portions...not graze as I often have throughout an entire evening. Also, I cannot consume beer after beer. My normal routine was to load up on food before I would go out, so I could drink throughout the night and avoid falling over in a drunken stupor. You know…give the alcohol something to “soak up”, as if that actually worked (yes, I know I’m stupid). So Saturday night poses two challenges: 1) don’t overeat at a catered event and 2) don’t drink like a sailor and pass out.
This morning I'm sitting at my desk when I see my coworker, The Squirrel, walking in with two large, white bakery boxes. Not only that, but I am known for having a favorite bagel: Bacon, Egg and Cheese. (It is an egg bagel, absolutely covered in melted cheddar cheese and bacon bits. So much cheddar cheese that the center of the bagel holds a reservoir of what has to be 10,000,000 calories.) The Squirrel knows this is my favorite; she thinks she's being nice by getting not one, not two, but six of them. See, I have turned my coworkers into worshipers of this Devil Danish as well. The more gluttonous pagans the better, right?
Dammit! Did temptation have to show its ugly head so early? Could I not get my bearings before I have to make smarter choices? Is it possible to render yourself blind and without the ability to smell for short periods of time?
I did not eat the bagel. I had cantaloupe instead.
Round One: Jennie
I did not eat the bagel. I had cantaloupe instead.
Round One: Jennie
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