It’s a good thing that Panera is closed now. I’m craving an almond pastry. But (in my more lucid hours of the day), I’m counting points. Started back to WW meetings last week. I’m trying to be good, but it’s so darn difficult.We even started our own Biggest Loser contest at work. Well, all four women in the office did, anyway. That was last December. We each chipped in $5 bucks to the “kitty.” Winner to take-all on Easter. Once that date rolled around, we all agreed to push the date back to July 4th (and we chipped in $5 more to sweeten the pot). We had good intentions--back in December. I even boasted that I was going to be the winner … until the young hipster in the office started reminding me (regularly) that I would always be the biggest loser in his mind. But that’s okay. He probably didn’t have an Irish Nana that raised him on hot tea and cookies. I figure maybe this inclination toward sweet stuff is genetic. Sometimes you just have to accept your destiny. Right now, I’m hallucinating that mine is a cinnamon chip scone. What? That’s Irish, right?
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