Check Please!

For the past two days, I haven't seen the inside of my office. I'm not sick or playing hooky, but taking part in some planning meetings for the upcoming year.

I have determined that whomever schedules all day meetings must think that the attendees are all 5 years old and need to have food every couple of hours to keep the attention on the topic at hand. Don't get me wrong, I love to eat and I am a bit cranky when I am hungry, but these hourly feedings need to stop!

I have eaten more junk in the past two days than I have eaten in the previous month. I am a carboholic. If there is any kind of danish, pastry, bagel, bread like substance around, I have to eat them. They sit there and call my name from across the room. "Please eat me, we long to be in your belly" they cry from across the room and I feel the need to comply with their dying wishes.

Then they have to give you some kind of decadent dessert with lunch. Cookies, cakes, pies fight to draw my attention away from any vegetable in the room. It is a sickness and I have to give in. Feeling stuffed to the brim and ready to explode after satisfying my sweet tooth, we head back for the afternoon sessions.

Of course, you need a boost mid-afternoon so they always offer some kind of mid-afternoon snack. Chips and cookies beg me to bypass the fruit and fill up on their caloric goodness. How can you resist the chocolate chip cookies sitting there giving you their sweetest smile?

After two days of meetings, I feel like Mr. Creosote in Monty Python's The Meaning of Life. A wafer-thin mint will do me in. Check please!