Have you ever noticed how a good dose of stress affects one's eating habits? If it's not losing your keys and being late for work (then finding them tucked into a previously unknown pocket of your tiny handbag), to having a mother cat bring her brood of kittens to visit for a few days, it's putting a HUGE scrape down the side of HIM's beloved car from a wayward gatepost (I swear, it jumped out at me!)
I seem to find the need to nibble that extra caramel filled chocolate egg, or that bite sized picnic bar at morning tea. Working for a confectionary company can be a real drag sometimes. Not that it doesn't have its upsides, like being invited to the Twighlight Races for the Christmas function, or to a fancy conference centre for an awards night. But the access to a free, seemingly unending supply of chocolate products is proving lethal! True, when you are on the verge of tears because you know when you get home you are going to get in trouble for scratching the car, that chocolate bar is awfully comforting...
I have a weigh-in at the Dr on Thursday...I'll keep you posted...
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