I had a good lunch fairly late for me. It was at Culvers, chicken tenders and a concrete vanilla (just plain chips) malt. So I’m not hungry. Why am I tempted to go and grab a big chocolate chip cookie from the break room every time I walk by? Oh, they’re chewy and tasty…they were at the party yesterday and I had a couple at break this morning. But I’m full. I find myself wandering towards the door and then forcing myself to turn away.

Well, at least I’m finding myself able to force myself to turn away. Mmmm, cookies.