Slight confession...I have a bit of a sweet tooth. I'm a sucker for just about anything chocolate. Generallly speaking, sweets make me melt into a puddle of pure delight. This has never really been an issue before. I grew up in a home where sweets were rare. We were not a family of snackers. Nope. We ate full meals. As an adult I always had ice cream in my home but I don't think I was overboard with it, though not all would agree. However, since moving here and getting settled into my school I fear there is a plot afoot to fatten me up!
I mean it. It feels like everywhere I turn I'm being plied with food...not wholesome nutritious food. Oh heavens no! It's all sweets. Yummy, delicous heavenly sweets. I try to say no...well after about the third one I try to say no(really! I do! lol) but that falls on deaf ears. My principal is known for keeping candies in her office and don't you dare think you're going in there without accepting one or three. lol I love these ladies. The vice principal, when we were going on about how we'll gain weight. told us that it's good when a woman has some width to her LOL. Funny thing is she's not that big.
The conspiracy continues to my hotel. I went to the cafe last night to get something light for dinner. Well I got calamari and it came out on this HUGE plate and it was so full. Well I barely made a dent in it but I was done. When the waitress came over to clearn my plate and get me the check she was not happy. She insisted that I eat something else. After telling her I was ok and just needed the check, she replied that I needed some desert. I refused. She decided that cheesecake would be good. It was like talking to a wall. So she treated me to cheesecake and tea. I didn't have the heart to turn her down again especially after she was treating me so I kinda poked at it for a while, ate around the edge and asked if I could take it to my room. She was so happy lol. I'll never know why. Honestly, I brought that cheesecake up, set it down and never looked back. I mean I cannot afford to be gaining weight! Not with the blazing sun that's about to be beating down on us in a few weeks.
Now all I need is to figure out how to dodge the treats my principal throws at us...she's got a captive audience during staff meetings-which are everyday. Pray for my poor waistline.
I mean it. It feels like everywhere I turn I'm being plied with food...not wholesome nutritious food. Oh heavens no! It's all sweets. Yummy, delicous heavenly sweets. I try to say no...well after about the third one I try to say no(really! I do! lol) but that falls on deaf ears. My principal is known for keeping candies in her office and don't you dare think you're going in there without accepting one or three. lol I love these ladies. The vice principal, when we were going on about how we'll gain weight. told us that it's good when a woman has some width to her LOL. Funny thing is she's not that big.
The conspiracy continues to my hotel. I went to the cafe last night to get something light for dinner. Well I got calamari and it came out on this HUGE plate and it was so full. Well I barely made a dent in it but I was done. When the waitress came over to clearn my plate and get me the check she was not happy. She insisted that I eat something else. After telling her I was ok and just needed the check, she replied that I needed some desert. I refused. She decided that cheesecake would be good. It was like talking to a wall. So she treated me to cheesecake and tea. I didn't have the heart to turn her down again especially after she was treating me so I kinda poked at it for a while, ate around the edge and asked if I could take it to my room. She was so happy lol. I'll never know why. Honestly, I brought that cheesecake up, set it down and never looked back. I mean I cannot afford to be gaining weight! Not with the blazing sun that's about to be beating down on us in a few weeks.
Now all I need is to figure out how to dodge the treats my principal throws at us...she's got a captive audience during staff meetings-which are everyday. Pray for my poor waistline.
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