So I got a troubling email from the Queen of the World(my boss) and spent the majority of my afternoon yesterday freaking out about the possibility that I might be in trouble. This caused a rather troubling rash of stress induced snacking that included chips, salsa, pretzels, hummus, and frosting.
Who remembers the scene in "Death Becomes Her" when Goldie Hawn grabs a spoon and a container of icing and digs in? Well that was me, no joke, I probably ate a half cup of the stuff before my stomach, full of carbs, salt, tomatoes and sugar, crawled out of my body and knocked me unconscious.
The situation turned out to be less troubling after a follow up email came from the Queen and clarification was requested about an issue that is well in hand. "Phew, dodged that bullet... Wait, I think I'm gonna throw up!"
Amazingly my weigh in showed me down a pound from last week, sort of freaked me out a bit. 202 is the new total, pretty sure I'm going to have to wire my jaw shut to lose this week. I feel TOM lurking, because I'm starting to have that Nosferatu-esque hunger... "I Vant to suck on Hershey Kisses!"
Happy Fall Everyone! Who wants Pie?