Pizza

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. This saying has always driven me crazy. Now that I'm older I think I understand it better. I intended to be good today. Unfortunately pizza was ordered by my boss for lunch and we are not talking about ordinary Domino's pizza. We are talking about gourmet pizza. Chicken with jalapenos and bbq sauce. Whole steak tips and cheese. It's amazing! I had a strategy though and I thought all would turn out well, but it did not. I ate my yogurt and granola right before the pizza. Like the red neck jokes go "You know you have a (eating problem) when..."you eat two pieces of pizza (one of each kind and they are large) and you were full after the yogurt. My strategy to keep the candy away by stashing it, doesn't work with pizza. It also does not work with oreo cookies. I found a container on the break room table this morning. I had 3. They were spread throughout the day, but still I knew better and it briefly crossed my mind that I could have put them in my candy bag, but I didn't. Why didn't I? Why does that little devil voice have so much control over me? Why do parts of my mind rejoice, weep and go numb all at the same time? During a weekly staff meeting a giant bag of peanut butter m&ms came out. I put them in my pocket without at issue. That was good. It's getting easier to look at candy right in front of me and not salivate. Small steps they say... small steps.