Every day when I get to my desk, there is something new on the office table to eat. Cake, cookies, chocolates, candy, and sometimes fruit. A bag of kumquats here, some lemons there, always something from a tree or a plant or someone’s garden. Roses, daisies, leftover dyed flowers from an event. And sometimes, recyclable bags or gifts from someone’s goodies they no longer want. People are also starting to figure out I always take their junk, and so I’ve acquired some random items including but not limited to a whale pencil holder. But, inevitably, the point is there is always food.

Yesterday I made it all day and didn’t eat one chocolate that were on the table by 7:30am. I watched them go, one by one, until noon, and never made a move. (Of course, I found an excuse to polish off a bag of salt & vinegar chips when I got home, but the point is at work I stayed strong.)

Today, I was handed a piece of chocolate cake. Handed. I didn’t have a choice. I gobbled it right up. Yum.

I am ruined.