What is it about a tiny Snickers bar that makes me think that after eating it, I will feel less stressed?
There is a tiny table outside my office that the neighboring department assistant keeps stocked with chocolate. It’s cruel, really. No matter how much fruit I bring to my office, if I get fired up about something at work, I find myself dipping into that chocolate. Today, there were Hershey’s Kisses and those dreaded, one-inch-square Snickers bars. My rules (aka drinking water and brushing my teeth) did absolutely no good today. Water? Ha. Brushing my teeth? Sure. I know–go outside for a walk. That’s supposed to relieve stress.
Let’s face it — the minute I open the door to my office — that table taunts me: “Hey Cheryl, heading out for a walk? Wouldn’t you like a little chocolate to give you some energy? Wouldn’t just one piece make you feel all better? C’mon. You know you want it. The first one is free.”
Stupid table.
August 20th, 2009 at 7:19 am
But those little one-inch ones don’t count, right? I remember when I was on Weight Watchers, certain things in small quantities didn’t add up to a full point, so they just were considered nothing. Maybe that’s the case with the Snickers? Just don’t eat 12 of them!