Day 5: Other People's Biscuits

This dieting lark is turning into a social minefield. I was minding my own business in the office today, looking over some weekly figures, when a colleague came in with a giant box of biscuits. Apparently, it is his birthday and he had been given the biscuits as a present. Unfortunately (for me) he is on a diet and so didn’t want them and decided to share them around the office. Now, I haven’t told anyone I am watching what I eat, and I should have prepared for this scenario, but I didn’t have a readymade polite answer for turning away what looked like a top quality biscuity offering.

He was clearly as desperate to get rid of them as I was to refuse. There was quite a long silence as my brain kicked into panicky action.  After a few seconds he rattled the tin under my nose and the waft of chocolate, sugar and creamy filling rushed up my nose and straight to my brain, addling it even further. By this point the silence was quite pronounced, “go on, have one, please” he pleaded. 

At this point I crumbled, and took the smallest biscuit I could find. My colleague visibly relaxed.  I put the biscuit on a post-it note for later. He looked at me. “Aren’t you going to eat it?” he asked.  What is this man trying to do to me? I have relieved him of about 100 calories worth of fat and sugar, isn’t that enough? “Err, not just now, I thought I would save it for after lunch”. He nodded, seemed satisfied and left.

Now I just had the problem of the temptation sat on my desk. There was only one thing to do and that was to dispose of it, and quickly. What to do? I could bin it, but what if someone noticed? I briefly thought about throwing out of the window, but I sit on the 4^th floor above the executive car park. Could a biscuit dent a top of the range BMW from 4 floors? Best not take the chance.  There was always my handbag, for later disposal, but then I would know it was there, taunting me, waiting for willpower to weaken. No, it had to go, and it had to go now. I eventually decided it was unlikely that my colleague was going to rummage through my bin, so wrapped it in a tissue and buried under the empty yoghurt pot where it sat for the rest of the day reminding me of my little deceit. I wonder how many other biscuits were secreted about the office by other people who are also trying to cut down?

Be happy.

Miss D.