Damn this office for Food Day.
/me waves goodbye to the diet
Just to expand on that a little: I can resist food. I’ve been doing it for months now. Even if I am hungry enough that my stomach is making sounds you all can hear I can reach past the food in the fridge and get a bottle of water. But there are some things no man can resist. Some things so powerful, so desireable that all will falls to the side and the primal beast within bursts out clawing and shrieking.
A crock pot of little hot dogs in some kind of spicy barbeque sauce is the end of all ends and my will is a memory, barely remembered.