You know how they say that “In space, no one can hear you scream?”
This week I’ve amended that to: “In your home office, no one can see you sneaking Sour Patch Kids fifteen times a day.”
I’m ashamed. Yes. I really am. Also: I’m eating Sour Patch Kids. Right now, as I type this. I’m desperately hoping that outing my addiction will help me to break it.
And I know that working in an office doesn’t make you immune to poor snacking choices. Heck, I worked in one office that had a fully stocked kitchen of junk food at all times, and I remember lamenting that they kept food around I would never buy at home, that I then found myself eating. The snack trap certainly isn’t limited to working with others or working at home. It’s not even limited to Halloween-time, thought this is pretty much the only time we’ll have candy in the house.
No, my problem is that I’m terrible at moderation and there’s no one here to see me.
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