today I cried

well....it was really was just a matter of time before I cried over food, and I'm just proud that I made it all the way to day 5 before it happened.

for those of you unfamiliar with my work situation, my desk is positioned about 15 feet from the Starbucks and about 25 feet from the Cafe. this means I hear frappe's being blended all day, and smell cookin' come lunch time. I've really been ok with it thus far (just because I know that the food in the cafe is never as good as it sounds/smells/should be), but today....today there's BRUNCH. the smell of french toast, bacon, waffles, and deliciousness is filling the air and, well....

I cried in the bathroom.

It's an insanely funny mental picture, I know, but unless you've starved yourself for days on end, you'll never really know just how emotional your connection with food is.

now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go drive around in my car on my lunch break to escape this awful (glorious) smell.