Day Ninety-Seven

I know I say this a lot, but, because my night's sleep was compromised, I was not able to get the whole workout I wanted and needed; however, I did go, and I did put in the whole abs routine, the whole lightest weight-lifting routine, and twenty-eight minutes on the elliptical.  I felt much, much better afterward.

 As soon as I got to work, though, a very nice coworker brought into my cubicle a huge piece of yellow cake, smothered in Cool Whip with a strawberry sauce on top.  We have finally gotten through all the birthdays on the team for a while, and this cake was completely unnecessary.  How am I going to keep my weight down if there is cake EVERY DANG DAY?!  I thanked her and reminded her I could not have any, but she put it down on my desk and insisted I could just eat the strawberry part.  It's not like there was a whole strawberry sitting there.  There was a strawberry sauce, which I would bet my life was cooked with sugar.  She took it away.

 A few minutes later, another coworker brought two huge pieces of this cake into my cubicle with the intention of giving me one of them.  I thanked her and reminded her that I could not have any, and she backed out.

 I had absolutely no intention of having any of this cake, although it did look delicious.  I can't say it didn't rattle me, though.  Mornings are hard for me, anyway, now, as I am trying to fast through them.  I ate early last night--lentil soup about five o'clock, but I had not had my cocoa until about eight, so I was trying to make it until noon, but the vision of that cake kept dancing before my eyes, and it wasn't just in my head.  Several of the people who had accepted cake kept their pieces sitting on their desks for some time, and I couldn't help but see them when I would go to the lobby or the printer.  So, sometime after ten, I did eat my eggs, then my roll.

 I probably should have saved the roll to eat with my soup, but I reasoned that, at least I was not eating cake.  I am worried about the end of this hundred days.  I do not want to through caution to the wind and abandon everything I have worked so hard for.  I also do not want to go the rest of my life without any sugar at all.  It's a balance I will need to keep, and I am not entirely sure yet how I will do that.  

 Cake at work every day is not going to help me.

 So, I guess I feel I did okay.

 I had a few cherries, a peach, and a little baggie of pumpkin seeds as snacks.  I may have eaten a little more than I actually needed today, but I did not have sugar, so that has to be a win, right?

 I made a light tuna shell salad for dinner, and peas.  I had my cocoa early.  It's hard to go sixteen hours if I don't.

 I was super tired tonight and retired to bed early.  Mark put me to sleep making up a story about us when we were children.  I have no idea what most of the story was, but I know I dozed off with a smile on my face.  He is so cute.

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