Oh look it's another birthday cake

There's one thing I definitely don't miss about working, besides the obvious.  The inevitable breakroom treats.  Yes I know I should be happy someone was acknowledging my achievements along with my fellow workers , be it birthdays, baby's or even job advancement at the current work place or new employment somewhere else.  But OMG the temptations abound.  A typical work week could entail a birthday (possible offerings ranging from cake to cookies to ice cream to donuts with occasional veggies w/ranch dressing and even fruit) or a career advancement.  And then the good hearted managers on Fridays might decide to treat all the employees with pizza or some other type of reward for doing a great job. Probably the only time I was ok with the feedings was when management would do a Starbucks run.  Coffee is way easier to justify when I'd get on the scale the next day.

And don't get me started about the holidays.  Our customers/members would shower the workplace with all sorts of treats.  They would bake assorted cookies, cakes, and pastries, bring in the tins of popcorn and once they even brought each of us a big box of chocolates.  That one was rather humorous as they were obviously old as you could see some of the chocolates had that white tinge to them.  No we didn't eat any of those chocolates.  It's the thought that counts, right?

So of course I didn't have to eat any of these cookies, cakes, or other treats, but when you're looking at them every time you'd go into the break room it was like I was a lemming and more than happy to run off the cliff.

As hard as I tried I never was able to just walk by the treats and go about my business without at least having half a dozen cookies or a huge piece of cake.  And then if it was your celebration you could take it home.  So my birthday treat was cookies (they're my kryptonite) and of course I couldn't not take a few dozen home!  It was the worst and totally my own fault.  Dammit! No self control.  But like I said kryptonite.

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As some (out of the Earth's population of 7.6 billion ) of you may know I retired earlier this year (2018 for those who are wondering.  So I started Social Security and in Dec I will be applying for Medicare.  I guess I'm becoming an adult, finally.  Heh, not really.  I started to think that meant I was getting old but then the little kid voice in the back of my mind started laughing and next thing I knew I was cranking up the Led Zeppelin and dancing around the room with a lamp shade on my head.  Of course I might have been drinking at the time so......

So yes, chronologically I'm getting up there in years, but if it's too loud you're too old has always been my mantra (yes I can be annoying at times).  Of course I do love the senior discounts.  

I'm still working out.  As a matter of fact I've upped my gym time, because I can.  Still fighting the good fight when it comes to eating but trying to be more aware of what and when and why I'm eating the food I'm eating.  Not doing lists of food eaten good or bad but how I feel when I overeat or eat something really bad (unhealthy) but delicious.  Dammit if you give up PIZZA you're not HUMAN!  And don't get me started on Bacon Cheeseburgers (w/guacamole) and seasoned curly fries! 

So far this week I've met with Lorinda (personal trainer for those keeping track) and we discussed many topics all related to ME.  Ha sorry couldn't help it.  

So no food lists just feelings about food?  If I start crying when talking about pizza I ate over the weekend I hope you'll just ignore the sobs and understand I'm getting better.  Before I would have eaten 2 pizza's so I'm improving.  What? you don't think I can eat 2 pizza's?  Ok challenge accepted!  Umm Lorinda we're going to have to kick it up a notch next week.....

Ok.  "They" say it's a journey and I'm willing to make the trip but I'm not going to skip any of the roadside attractions along the way.  That's not my job this life of mine.