There are DOUGHNUTS in the breakroom.

As I sit here in my pants that are too tight, drinking my second glass of water for the day- thinking about how I am going to eat healthy today, someone excitedly announces that there are doughnuts in the breakroom.

Is this some sort of mean joke? WTF? How can I be expected to sit here watching everyone else enjoy a doughnut while I sip water. I can't, its not fair. So I made myself a deal- go get the SMALLEST doughnut. So I did. And as I sit here eating it, I'm feeling guilty. Now I make myself a new deal- Just eat the chocolate off the top and throw the rest away. I did that too. Now I know there is a doughnut sitting in my trash can and that haunts me too.

Man this is going to be a loooong TwentyToGo.