Sometimes I wonder if I have it out for myself. At the new job, there is a convience store downstairs filled with candy. Every afternoon, I sit in my office and crave the candy. I make myself believe that I NEED the candy. I don't really, but still the need has been created. Since losing my weight, I have nightmares of gaining it all back without noticing, and this whole candy saga is a big part of this. I know that if I don't stop eating the candy, all the weight is going to creep back on, and it will be back to Fat Girl status. I really can't go back there. So I decided to do something to stop myself from going down to the store every afternoon. I had heard somewhere as well as seen in countless movies of the motivational practice of using a picture of a model's body and replacing her head with your's, theoretically stopping you from eating anymore when you see how you want to be. Well with a short supply of pictures of models and myself at work, I decided on my own motivational support mechanism. I took a post-it note, and wrote the following: FATTY FATTY PORK PORK POOR GIRL EATS CANDY FROM THE STORE DOWNSTAIRS EVERY AFTERNOON. SKINNY MINNY RICH GIRL DOESN'T. WHO DO YOU WANT TO BE? I honestly didn't think much of it, and as no one is hardly ever in front of my computer, I didn't think that anyone would be subjected to my insanity. I was wrong. Yesterday, my supervisor was in my office, helping with one of my numerous problems. And then she noticed it. She just pointed and said "what is that?" I tried to explain, but she didn't really say anything, was just nodding her head. Kind of what you would expect a sane person to do to crazy person they were trying to appease. She then called for my other supervisor to come in, and then the other RA. They all had a good laugh at my little neroutic note. Life went on. Then this morning, my supervisor was in my office again, and she was telling me that her and my other supervisor were talking about the note. Apparently, one supervisor thought that I was writing these little notes about the people that I was meeting at work. A little background to help understand the hilarity of this situation. There are quite a few people who work in the same unit as me. Two of these people happen to be Robin and Julie. Robin is a rather rotund girl, who is as fond of the candy as I am. Julie is a little tiny skinny girl, who I am now guessing is rich as well. My boss thought that I was writing little notes about the people I work with. I am not sure who is crazier, her or me....my bets at this point are on me. I am trying to get on here to update more, but it is just really hard. So those few of you who do read me, stay tuned, I will be back, but just not on a very regular basis!