The Skinny on Me

It’s a cruel, cruel world out there, and right now, it’s me versus the cupcake.

How did it get to be me versus the cupcake? Well, that involves a wee bit of story telling, something I’m not adaquetly prepared for (read: I’m on my iPhone, and the keyboard isn’t working out so well for me).

Long story shot, my boss made me… To expand my culinary repertoire. The cons to working in the food industry.

What shall I do? What shall I do?

UPDATED:

All right, all right. Let’s get to this story, shall we? After a perfectly delightful and somewhat healthful lunch (6” Subway Turkey and Ham on Wheat with Diet Coke and a bag of light Lays potato chips… I was famished), my friend and I headed back towards my office when we stumbled across the More Cupcake food truck. Though they looked delicious, I was, surprisingly, not tempted. Proudly, my friend and I continued on our merry way.

Fast forward ten minutes later, I’m sitting at my desk, minding my own business, when my boss walks in, “Didn’t you say you had never tried More Cupcakes? They’re outside; do you want one?”

Me: “Eh, no”

Her: “Oh no! You have to try one. It’ll be my treat”

Me: “I mean, I guess I could try half, or a third, of one” (There are only three of us in the office today)

Her: “All right, I’ll see if Lindsay want’s one.” (Leaves and re-enters a few minutes later) “She wants a whole one, so you’ll have to get one too.” 

Me: “Eh, I guess I’ll just eat half… take some home to the roomie.”

Her: “Great, you ladies go down and get them”

Thus, the diet dilemma, the cupcake conundrum. Again, as I stared at the pumpkin cupcake on my plate, I pondered, “What to do? What to do?” For the last week, save my chocolate and peanut butter binges, I’ve been doing quite well on the whole sans-sugary treat lifestyle. To date, I’ve lost 6.2 pounds, and I still feel the burn of last night’s run in my thighs, calves, shins and just about everywhere else. 

I ‘spose I should have expected this. I did choose to enter into the food industry, did I not? It was my choice to open the doors to unexpected culinary adventures at the sake of my waistline; otherwise, I could have very well chosen to end up in something boring, say financial PR or tech PR, but no, I chose food PR. So in the end, it’s my own damn fault I found myself in this little cupcake conundrum of mine. My own damn fault. 

The verdict: I did in fact taste the cupcake. I did not eat the whole thing; rather, I savored every bite of delicious pumpkin cake and cinnamon frosting until I found myself with only half a cupcake. Then, with some struggle, I placed the cupcake back in it’s Chinese takeout packaging and pushed it out of sight. Unfortunately, out of sight does not mean out of mind. 

I’m going to try to ignore the call of the wickedly delicious bundle of goodness. I’m going to try and refrain from eating it. I’m going to try to pawn it off on my roommate tonight. I’m going to try; hopefully, I succeed.