Staring Down Temptation

I typically spend my lunch hour in our company's break room. What can I say? I'm too cheap to eat out every day, and it's better for me to pack my lunch and exercise some control over my meal planning. It's not a bad place: there are tables where I can sit and read, write, or watch the news on the nearby TV, and they recently painted it in what I believe is supposed to be a cheery shade of yellow (but instead is so bright that it only serves to keep me wide awake - which may be the point, I now realize).

But I digress. I spend parts of many workdays in this room, and I'm starting to think it may prove to be my dietary downfall. The culprit? Vending machines, with their bright, shiny exteriors, luring me with a veritable plethora of beverages and snacks. The chocolate I'm trying to wean myself from? Taunting me from across the room. Potato chips? Winking at me from their place on the rows and rows of choices.

It's like driving by an accident on the highway: I try not to look, but I can't help myself. Yes, I can, I tell myself, trying a pep talk. I have nice, healthy snacks at my desk and at home. But the treats look so good, arrayed in the display case in all their calorie-laden glory. Colleagues line up to make their selections, exchanging their coins for the promise of quick energy and comfort food. I could just go with the flow and join them. But no, I have a nice salad waiting for me at home, along with yummy leftovers from last night's Mexican fiesta (otherwise known as a burrito). What time is it again? How many hours until I'm far away from this Shangri-la of sweets? I change seats, moving farther away from the temptations and facing a different direction so I don't have to see them. I distract myself with a book, and within a few minutes, I've mostly forgotten about the chocolate. Crisis averted, at least for the time being. Now if I can just avoid the 75% off Valentine's candy at the grocery store...