Back Away from the Gingerbread Man...

Day 348,

Yesterday's workout kicked my butt. But, not so much so that I didn't go back for a little more torture today. My chest feels like someone is standing on it and my legs are like jello. I ain't hatin it. :)

However, I did almost get derailed a bit today. I met my friend Gina for lunch at Panera Bread. I was a bit frustrated by some news I'd just heard at work and completely distracted. I walked right up to the counter and ordered what I had planned for lunch -- chili. (So far, so good right?) I let the cashier swipe my "My Panera" card and she asked me if I'd like to add a pastry for 99 cents. The words were out of my mouth before I even thought about it. "Sure!" I said. "Oh but wait, maybe I shouldn't"... went my internal dialogue. So, I compromised and decided to order the Gingerbread Man instead of my old standby the shortbread cookie. Gingerbread is healthier. Right?

I sidled up to the table and was immediately called on the carpet. "As your friend, I CANNOT let you eat that." Inside my head, I was screaming "WTF?" Fortunately, what came out of my mouth was "I have the points for it" (defensive justification at best). She would not let it go. Suitably shamed. I put the cookie in my purse. She didn't want to let me even keep it. She knows me so well. But, I promised I wouldn't eat it and I didn't. I thought about it though. I had estimated the Weight Watchers points at 6. I decided to look it up. If I was right and it was a 6 point cookie, then I would I eat it. As it turns out, Panera nearly screwed me again. It was worth 9 points!

The alarm bells were going off in my head. Some strange lady's voice was coming across the imaginary loudspeaker saying "Back away from the Gingerbread Man and no one will get hurt!" I picked up the happy little dude and gave him to one of my coworkers with strict instructions NOT to give any piece of it back to me.

Crisis Averted! Thanks Gina!

Cheers!
Margaret