I wake up early in order to pull myself out of bed and start an early work day.

Very little sleep does not make a pretty number on the scale.

Making breakfast to the smell of the neighbor’s cigarette smoke pouring in through our joined ovens, through the vent, does not smell good, so I turn the stove fan on. This helps.

I use yesterday’s Supper to pack today’s lunch. Mmmm…Ginger Beef and Broccolli in Black Bean Sauce. Thinking I love Ginger and Beans, while spilling green onion on the counter. Then quickly wiping it up with a bit of soap so the cats aren’t tempted to investigate the treasures hidden on the off-limit counters.

Drive to work, early, earlier than usual, to begin my cold dark day, looking-like-it’s-going-to-rain kind of day. But feeling so refreshed and excited to start a new day with new foods, and new calories. Just to try and beat this 60 pound plateau.

Soon after I get to the office my husband arrives in his sweat pants and hoodie. He mentions how sore he is and how much the Personal Trainer worked him out at the Park this morning.

Soon after this , our Graphic Designer arrives in his Biker’s get-up. And the office is buzzing.

At 10am I think of how queasy I feel and how I think I should eat something. So I pull out the only snack I packed. Bring one to Jeff and leave it on his desk, for when he takes a break. I rub his back and let him know, I care about him. He gets upset with the snack distraction, but enjoys the rubbing. So I apology for bringing the snack in, move it over, out of his view and continue the back rub. Then tell him, I love him. He mentions how sore he is (from the early morning work out.). He says, "I don’t feel good". and I say, "you feel good to me."

And I then, thinking of my snack waiting for me, head back to my desk to eat. When I’m done. The Graphic Designer pulls out his snack(s) and still feeling queasy I smell Doritos or cheese. Thinking, I just want to barf, and I wish we had a fan in the office. A stove-like fan. I begin feeling naseus again.

Now I’m thinking, my fifteen minutes are up, so I should get back to work. The website I’m working on today, was due yesterday, so I must work fast.

I just couldn’t take my break alone though, right? So I decided to talk with you instead.

Thank-you for sharing my break with me! Talk to you later,