Today was snack day at work.
Let me clarify. When I say "snack" it might conjure up images of delicate crackers, sugar cookies, maybe some pretzels or chips and dip.
You obviously haven't seen a snack day at my job.
We're talking bowls of hot chili, slices of delivery pizza and homemade meatballs just to get started. Then there are the dozens and dozens of cookies and pies and other sweet baked goodness.
There was one snack table in particular that had a whole cheese theme going. I'm talking Nacho Cheese Doritos, Cheetos Puffs, canned cheeses as well as cheese and crackers -- including Swiss, Colby Jack, American and Cheddar.
Lord, help me if they bring out nachos.
It's pretty much a big heart attack waiting to happen.
Combine that with the fact that I have an astonishingly low level of will power, it's like walking a minefield at work.
The only upside I can think of is the money I'm saving that would normally go toward my lunch for the day. It's a small upside but I'm reaching to find any bit of redemption.
Instead, I'm packing in the calories with every bite of cake I take. No amount of treadmill time will make up for the damage I've done today.
Snack day will one day be the death of me.