For the past 2 weeks folks have been bringing a constant stream of cookies, candies, and other holiday treats in to the office. Worst of all, the put them in our break room - which is directly across the hall from my office.
I can’t stand it! Don’t you folks realize I have NO WILLPOWER?
As of this moment, there are 2 kinds of candy, 2 different kinds of cookies, and some kind of pie/torte thing.
MAN, am I gonna get fat over these next couple weeks!
It’s good to have a goal to work toward. When you reach it, you can quietly celebrate your personal success.
I say shoot for a weight gain of 10 pounds, minimum.
We’ll get fat together.
I have an out of sight, out of mind attitude about most unhealthy things and because of this, I’ve been able to avoid most sweets during the year. At Christmas, for some reason, people feel the need to walk around and share what they’ve brought in.
Why can’t they dump it in the board room on the other side of the building like normal? And leaving pieces of cake by the printer is just cruel.
Our Media Department gets tons of stuff from media reps…baskets and more baskets. To top that off, we have several “festivals” that are just excuses to overeat. 
To give the complete story, for the past several years I ran 3-5 times a week, including a marathon, but I stopped running this month due to chronic foot pain. I’ll be undergoing surgery in the end of January, after which I’ll wear a boot for 6 weeks.
Now a sensible person would get their ass into a gym and get working on an elliptical trainer or something in these weeks prior to surgery. But I figure if I just give up all forms of physical exertion for the 3 months or so weeks from now through my recovery from surgery, I’ll be all the more fat and out of shape when I start exercising again. That way, my gains from exercising will be all the more impressive.
Sounds like a plan, no? :dubious:
Just for the record - I was 202# a couple of months ago when my foot really started hurting and I started cutting my running. I think I’m up to 205 or so now. Heck, I don’t think I’ll have any trouble hitting 215#!
As you say, it’s nice to have a goal.
If I don’t get a constant stream of cookies and sweets I am going to take hostages.
I need a little Christmas, right this freaking second!
There are so many treats in my office that two of my lovingly hand-baked Christmas cookies didn’t get eaten yesterday.
I’d be insulted, except there were probably six people in the office yesterday, and three other plates of treats we all had to get through. Plus I work in an office full of lo-carbers, which makes it even more difficult to move that shortbread through here.
Look at it as a team-building exercise: matching the rate of treat-eating with treat-bringing. Perhaps I should do up a quick plan on MS Project …
I want a brownie. A chewy, gooey, ice cold brownie. Yes, I said ice cold. I like my brownies and chocolate chip cookies cold, not fresh from the oven.
Damn, someone just cracked open a tin of popcorn - plain, cheese, and caramel.
You know, if I untuck my shirt, maybe folks can’t tell that the snap on my pants fly is undone.
Now all I need is a wafer thin mint…
^freak.
Oh, dear.
I brought in 26 bagels and four tubs of cream cheese spread as a Christmas present for the department and various other folk.
They’re mostly gone now. I had a gingerbread bagel with hazelnut spread. Yummy!
All can say is I am damn glad that I have better impulse control about alcohol than I do with treats.
If I didn’t, you would see me in a gutter somewhere tugging on a bottle of Ripple.
Never mind.
Since I got a chance to read what you wrote first, all I have to say is:
I’ve resisted so far, but the stuff is everywhere and everybody is bailing out early. I have sooooo much to do that I’ll be here alone this evening with all the stale donuts and cookies. There will be no one to see me, so there will be no embarrassment if I indulge.
I’ll try hard to remember the guilt I’ll feel afterward.
I’m with you though, Dinsdale. I’ve not had time to go the gym in three months, so I’m trying to be diligent about staying away from the baked sweet stuff. It ain’t easy because coworkers have been bringing it in on a daily basis since Thanksgiving. Donuts and sausage rolls nearly every day.
There are shortbread cookies sitting downstairs in a Tupperware container.
Sweet Jesus help me.
[William Shatner]
Cupcake.
[/William Shatner]
Got a gift of a 1/2 lb. box of Lindt Classics Caramel Assortment at my desk as we speak.
Inside, there is the following:
Milk Caramel Chew - Creamy, buttery caramel cloaked in milk chocolate.
Cloaked? Cloaked? Eh - I don’t know about this one. Only starships and shit like that should “cloak”.
Milk Pecan Caramel Classic - Pecan chunks in caramel drenched in waves of milk chocolate.
Eh - looks suspiciously like a turtle. I don’t LIKE turtles.
Dark Caramel Chew - Buttery caramel cloaked in dark chocolate.
Here we go with the “cloaking” again.
Dark Pecan Caramel Classic - Pechan chunks in caramel drenched in waves of dark chocolate.
Again - I’m thinkin this might be a turtle. I don’t LIKE turtles, dammit!
Yo, Dinsdale - PM me with your address and I’ll mail this puppy to YOU!!! I can spread a little Christmas CHEER!!! 
Nope, I’m bringing treats in and you can’t stop me.
Man, I would be all over them drenched chunks!
Hell, I just ate a handful of storebought butter cookies with sprinkles - and I DON’T EVEN LIKE THEM!
Last night I got home and my daughter had baked cookies to bring to school. She thoughtfully had set aside a whole plateful of burnt ones that didn’t live up to the standards for her friends’ consumption. She asked if I would dispose of them for her. Being a loving dad…
It’s a conspiracy, I tell ya.