Eat Something

I know. I am totally a bad person for not posting for so long. I have been spending most of my time feeling sorry for myself because I could not go skiing. I have been spending some of my time feeling sorry for myself for letting my weight start to creep in the wrong direction from lack of skiing. And finally, I have been spending the very small remainder of my time being lackluster and depressed because I have let my weight start to creep in the wrong direction from lack of skiing.
Basically, not skiing is ruining my life and the Food-fest that is my office is not helping. Basically my weekdays go like this
5:30 – DH gets up and I contemplate going to the gym but fall back asleep instead.
6:30 – my alarm starts to go off.
7:00 – I get up and run around to get ready.
7:30 – I leave the house (interesting side note: 7:30 is also my start time!)
7:45 – I get to work
8:00 – someone gives me a doughnut while I am eating my sensible breakfast
9:30 – I attend a meeting where halved Costco Muffins are passed out.
11:00 – someone passes out the candy/cookie dough/cookies/popcorn that you bought from their kid as a fundraiser.
Noon – as I am cooking my lean cuisine, pizza/BBQ/Teriyaki/Hamburgers arrive and I am loathe to turn down free food.
2:00 – there is a birthday/retirement/promotion celebration which involves much sheet cake
3:30 – A woman in my row refills her candy bowl and I decide to have “just one”
4:45 – While going to pick up my dishes from the dishwasher before someone steals them and I never see them again, I am faced with the smorgasbord of leftover meeting foods. I have 7 pieces of cheese, 3 slices of garlic bread, 2 brownie bites and an undetermined amount of salsa and chips.
5:00 – I go home and start dinner
7:00 – after snacking while I cook I eat as much dinner as my husband does.
9:00 – I want dessert (or nachos)
10:30 – I go to be having skipped the gym and consumed about 5,000 calories.
Weekends are worse because I always plan to go skiing and then I find that my leg still hurts when I put the ski boots on so I send my husband off to the mountain with his friends and eat nothing but wine and microwave popcorn all day.
Dear lord in heaven let me break this wicked cycle of self destruction by getting on the mountain this weekend!