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When I am at home I’ve stopped eating constantly; I’m far too busy to not have something else to do. Uni work as a distraction, surely, you say, you should be doing other things to avoid doing those 3 essays? Well yes, two weeks ago you would have been right, but something has clicked inside my head and I have realised that procrastination only makes the situation harder on yourself.
I digress.. So home is sorted, food wise. My next obstacle is work. And more specifically, vending machines. They’re like a game: figuring out which number is for what product, keying it in (whilst holding your lunch card into the slot) then anticipating the fall, only for the my chocolate’s stuck! drama to unfold where you then have to get someone with the key, or a big lad to shake the machine until your chosen piece of confectionary falls into the bottom, and you can return to your table clutching your prize. Brilliant!
Or on a rare occasion, you choose your treat, locate the correct number, it falls and you uneventfully return to your table, clutching your prize. Well thats even better.
The people you go for lunch with are the kind of people who never have to worry about their weight (or should and don’t!) so when they queue up for get their sweetness it’s oh so easy to join the line, rather than sit there with your [insert healthy food here]. Even when you resist the initial temptation, conversation and smiles relax you enough for your mind to drop its guard and for naughty thoughts to creep in..
“If you have that Milky Way now then you could just be good for the rest of the evening”
“I know that packet of crisps is only 183 calories, and that’s nothing, so go ahead!”
NO, I shall not. Not anymore! I will not load my card with money, I will bring food to eat, and eat only that! Yes I shall!
