It's a bleah, draggy, grey day full of frustration that just begs for comfort food.
I don't have time to go anyplace but the cafeteria downstairs, but all their offerings today are things I'm not allowed to eat, or just aren't worth it. ($3.00 for a bowl of plain raw spinach leaves. Woo.)
The guy in the next cube just sat down at his desk with a very pungent bacon cheeseburger and fries.
I am very proud of my willpower.
Partially because I haven't thrown in the towel and run downstairs to get something unhealthy.
Partially because I haven't simply bludgeoned my coworker to death and stolen his food, either.
It's the little victories.