I thoroughly enjoyed yout post. It walked me down a familiar path in my own life. The daily struggle. Food really becomes such a hobby for people anymore. Everything seems to center around it, and no becomes a distant friend.

My little brown box came today- WOO HOO! No, not one with the discreet brown wrapper, oh no, this bad boy said BARRYSBOOTCAMP emblazened on the side. I smiled when I thought of how impressed the UPS man must have been to deliver THAT package. He must've been thinking 'wow, these are some serious health/fitness folks I'm fortunate to service today!'. Yeah, right. I'm just that full of myself to be proud of getting THE BOX and not having even done one exercise yet. But you know what they say about good intentions, and man am I full of them (or something, as it were...) I've been watching daily for this delivery. Since I'm off most Wednesdays, I was hoping that today was going to be THE day. I'd already done my free weight work outs and stretches, having been doing them for about a week now, in preparation for THIS BOX's arrival. I've already started to feel better and I swear my clothes aren't quite as tight. I've taken to shunning my friends at work and shouting the word "SABATEOUR!!!" when every day someone asks me what I want to order in for lunch. I WANT NOTHING! I want to shout. Well, I just said I did shout, I don't really. Not outwardly, at least. But the little voices inside still get their dander up and I've been oh sooo close to the edge a few days. But no, I've told them, I'm eating what I brought. I am. I really am. I will ignore the excitement I hear in their voices as they rally around and decide which local delivery shack they'll order from. I will ignore, although my stomach is growling, the delicious smells wafting from the back room when their orders finally arrive. I will ignore the turned-up noses of one of my friends who swears left-overs are evil, and the one who always says that Jimmy Johns is really actually good for you... I will ignore all that has become comfortable, commonplace and acceptable. I will ignore all that has become the norm for compensating for the stress, disappointments, and failures that we face on the job every day, those things that are so far out of our control that we'd reach the speed of light faster! I will listen only to that still small voice inside that assures me, as with everything else in my life, that if I do the right thing, that the end result will also be right. The more you say no, the more empowered you become. The more you start to control your own self, the more in control you seem to become of coping with, even though not necessarily controlling, those people and things around you. Although it never worked for Nancy Reagan, I'm going with my own self-proclaimed "Just Say No" campaign. I'm just trying to do it with a smile, and without drooling on my shoes at the same time. Hello tuna! Goodbye pizza thatittakes20napkinstomopthegreaseoffof!