Fatass Week
Welcome to what I have dubbed “Fatass week”.
The Workplace is celebrating “Customer Service Week”, and as a result, have invested in a lot of sugary treats. They came around yesterday with Tim Horton’s Coffee & Hot Chocolate and a bunch of doughnuts. Later in the afternoon? More coffee (for those who can drink the stuff) and cake.
CAKE!
I haven’t been fully following my eating plan for the past few months. I’m struggling a bit, because summer had me on a real ice cream kick, and there have been about 3x as many sugary treats around the office over the summer. I have this weird feeling it’s going to get WORSE.
I joked to our Regional Manager that the 20-some-odd grams of sugar in the Timmy Ho’s Hot Chocolate was making my arse fat. He laughed and said “But it’s OK to indulge sometimes!”
The trick here is sometimes! SOMETIMES!!!
You see, I’d maintained the bulk of my weight loss since May or June. I fluctuate about 5 pounds, normally. The past two days? I’m up by 10. I’m not happy. Really not happy. And my moods have been fluctuating like there’s no tomorrow. It’s the freakin’ blood sugar going wonky. If there was ever any proof that I am sugar-sensitive, that’s it. It makes the difference between me being relaxed or pissed off over the fact that I couldn’t get a hair appointment last night. I think Robin was ready to call in the men with the clean white coats over the fact I was so morose that I looked like I was going to commit suicide over not being able to get an appointment.
Who lets their Hair Stylists go home at 6pm??? People don’t get off work until about 5 in this town…is it not possible that it might take an hour to get one’s crap together and head to the mall for 5:30/6pm, and want to get a haircut? Seriously!
Anyhow. I walked through a mall last night feeling like someone had run over my puppy. Not Good At All. I’m blaming the sugar for this. I’m not diabetic, but g’damn…it certainly has an effect.
Hopefully I can stick on-plan today without The Office conspiring against me and my health. Geesh. I know they want us to sit in our seats and take calls, but making us so fat that we can’t move is underhanded, devious, and totally negates the health care benefits plan….
