Imagine This: You pull a 12-hour workday with no lunch break, but you manage to accomplish nothing. At 6:30 p.m., you finally decide to peel yourself away from the computer and go home. However, you’re starving. The granola bar and yogurt you ate around 1 p.m. is long gone, so you crave a quick snack to hold you over until dinner. But you decide against it.
Then... you realize WHY you haven’t accomplished a thing all day, which makes you frustrated. The mere thought of what tomorrow may bring only adds fuel to the fire. So now you’re hungry and cranky. Bad combination. But that isn’t all.
Now you have to join the licensed lunatics on I-495 for another 20 minutes. The distance between where you stand and your couch feels like a million miles away. All of this is enough to make you want to spit fire. *grrrrrrr*
But you attempt to calm yourself and try to think about what you’re going to prepare for dinner. Yes, you decide to cook dinner at home instead of stopping for takeout because it’s the healthy and frugal thing to do. *Ahem.* So they say. As you ride down in the elevator, you think of something that will only take 20 minutes from prep to serve and you pat yourself on the back for being creative. You can’t wait to get home. The elevator reaches the lobby, your mood lightens, and you exit the building with an extra pep in your step.
You decide to forget about the unfinished business. It’s time to go home. You’ll be there in about 20 minutes. You know what you want to eat. Dinner will be on the table in another 20 minutes. You just need to get to your car. Walk. Focus.
Then it happens…
You pass the forbidden place and two of your five senses are immediately invaded. The little green sign. The aroma. The sweet goodness that can make the whole world a happy place. At least until you can get home. Right? Right! Well... OK, just this one last time won’t hurt.
The Tall Double Chocolate Chip Frappuccino
Damn! Another $3.54! Crackbucks got me again!
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll try to walk really fast with my eyes closed.