Hey, y’all!

This is going to be ninja quick.  Things are absolute cray-cray at work right now and I’m struggling just to keep up with everything once I get home. But my war on the holidays?  I got this.

Here’s the skinny on how I’ve been doing:  10 wall push-ups every other day, a couple trips on the treadmill, and I LOST A POUND!!!

I laugh in the face of fun-sized evil!!

We had trick-or-treat day at work yesterday.  One of my co-workers (a total sweetheart with, of course, not an ounce of fat on her) shared her giant bag of chocolate evil with me 5 minutes before the kids started showing up.  (See, I’d told her about my food issues.)  You know that old saying…give a girl a blog and she’ll never shut the hell up.

The children of my fellow employees at the giant mega corporation I work for are eff’in adorable.  I met Bat Girl, several Ninja Turtles (are they popular again? wtf??), Iron Man, and several other awesome critters.  I even met Hermoine Grainger.  The absolute best were the 1 year old twin boys dressed as 1960’s astronauts.  So cute!

I passed out the chocolate without ever being seriously tempted to eat it…even when little Neil Armstrong tried to pass me a Twix bar. I’ve been walking around with a little swagger ever since…until I got home from work tonight and found this on the kitchen counter:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Right in the middle of my war against holiday temptation, Hot Mess Hubby brings magically delicious into my house. WTF!

To be fair, after I called him and berated him with my opinion for 10 minutes, he didn’t realize that this was such a temptation for me. So we’ve agreed to compromise because, apparently, this is what married couples do.  I told him I’d just put a note on the box to remind myself that no good can come from me eating a bowl of it…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In it to win it, kids.

In it to win it.