I’m declaring war on anyone who tries to give me crappy food or alcohol for the next few weeks. I mean, despite what I demonstrate 90% of the time, I do have willpower … but not when it comes at me from all angles, every single day. From meetings to celebrations to just escaping the heat, I can’t go anywhere without people shoving food in my face, and it’s too hot for me to work it off with two hours at the Y.
Y’all has pushed me to the limit. I will be saying no, with violence if necessary.
Do I want dessert?
What about Happy Hour?
Another lunch meeting?
Oooh, who brought kolaches to our brainstorming session?
So, it’s your birthday?
Oh, the frat boys are in town?
You bought how much ice cream at the store?
You baked this just for me?
What am I doing Saturday night?
Seriously, guys. Until it’s cool enough for me to rock 8 mile runs again, this nonstop food and booze wave is my enemy, and most likely so are you.