Written on Tuesday, July 20, 2004 by Jessica
I really want a cigarette.
Not really. I don't smoke and I never have. But that's my new joke here at work. Susan and I are both on diets, so when I have the urge to go down the vending machine, I have to tell her so she can stop me (and vice versa). However, it's kinda mean for me to say, "I really really want a Snickers candy bar," b/c then she might want a Snickers too. So I just tell her I want a cigarette. And right now, I really really want a cigarette. Sigh.
So far I've cheated a little on my diet (b/c I was starving!), but I didn't cheat with sweets. Right now, that's the important thing--to cut out sweets cold turkey as if I were quitting cigarettes. I told Bob (hubby) last week that I wish they made patches for dieters, like nicotine patches. I need a doughnut patch and a chocolate patch and an ice cream patch.