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Ok, I was really proud of myself. Not only did I survive yesterday coming in under my points for the day, but I stopped at two Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (surprisingly only 3 points) last night. Under normal circumstances, I would wipe out half a bag. However, I'm not out of the woods yet because Easter is around the corner and so are the delightful yet tempting Reese's eggs.

So, I had a records management association meeting (as thrilling to attend as I'm sure to read) at the Blue Cross Blue Shield building this afternoon. After coming off a great day of eating well, I was a bit concerned when I read "lunch will be served". After zoning out about ten minutes into the meeting, I was brought back to life by the wafting smell of Italian food. As an adopted kid, I'm not overly sure of my ethnic origins. However, I must have at least 1/36th Italian in me because the second you say "smothered in cheese", I'm on that shit like Charlie Sheen on his "angels"...too soon?

As I turn around to see the tempting buffet, it was as if I was at the gates of heaven. Not only are all the men dressed attractive at this meeting (I'm a sucker for a guy in a suit), but the buffet has garlic bread, multiple types of pasta, chicken parmesan and the kicker, about five different types of desserts. After filling my whole plate full of lettuce and mourning the loss of my fudge brownie, I resigned to my table of pretty people to eat my roughage.

Then I came face to face with the type of person I despise most - the person who is as big as my pinkie that has a plate with ten times my food. No shit - this guy probably had three times my food between two plates and was eating like a hog in slop. If it wasn't for the fact I had it half eaten, I would have chucked my garlic bread at him in disgust. Now, I'm sure he pays in life for something I don't, but at that moment it didn't help me much.

Another day, another buffet survival story...