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.