Sigh. Another agency meeting means another giant stack of Zeek's Pizzas. It's always more visually interesting after the masses have picked over the helpless pies rather than taking photos of the pristine and unsuspecting pizzas before the attack.
This was a tough one. Yes, I've faced down pizza on many occasions and stood fast again today. But, it was so hard today. I was so hungry and it was all set up just a few feet from my desk and it all smelled so good. I was thinking I could just take a bite. Just a small, slow, sensual bite (take a moment, wait for it... continue). But one of the biggest things I've learned about myself over the last four years as I worked on losing weight is that a small bite becomes a small piece, which becomes a small slice, which becomes a small pizza, which becomes how much can I eat before anyone notices (the secret is to not take more than one piece of any one kind at a time and then to move around the room so that the same person doesn't see that you've gone back to the trough for a fourth or fifth time).
So no, I didn't have a small bite. I sat there in the meeting, eating my salad, ignoring everyone else as much as possible... and hating them just a little.
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