I am convinced that the kind-hearted, generous, wonderful people I work with have deliberately set out to sabotage my latest fitness project, Operation: Get Healthy & Fit into my Pants.
It is a well-known fact that I have zero will power. Unlike my lovely co-workers, who seem to be able to restrain themselves, I cannot have just one cookie/doughnut/slice of delicious, moist, mouth-watering, ooey-gooey chocolate cake (or whatever). I have to have about 15. And then I have to undo the top button of my already tight pants and hang my head in shame.
I refuse to spend good money on new pants. I have considered digging out my maternity pants so I can sit down and breathe at the same time, but that seems too much like accepting defeat for my liking. However, I do have this to say to my dear colleagues: if I end up having to wear my bathrobe to work, you'll have only yourselves and your irresistible treats to blame. Consider yourselves warned!