In the heart of the CAWOOD office, just outside the art department, we have a lounge area named Dream Central. And in this Dream Central sits a large fishbowl, known as the Candy Bowl.
Every office has one of these: filled with Tootsie Rolls and Starburst and Skittles and Hershey's Kisses. Our bowl was filled to the brim with sugary goodness last November (right after Halloween), slowly emptying these past few months until little remained.
But then Easter arrived! And someone filled the bowl with Chocolate Bunnies, Reese's Eggs, Malted Chocolate Balls and even more Skittles!
There are few (and yes there are actually a few) on the CAWOOD staff who can say no to the Candy Bowl. But I am not one of them. And the Bowl sits right outside my office. This is a problem.
It's a problem because I stood on the scale this morning and did not like what I saw. My waistline is matching my age, and for the first time ever I saw a "2" as the first digit of my weight. Without even realizing it, I've joined the 200 Club. And I think the time has come to shed a few pounds.
I'm not concerned with my looks, really. But I like to stay healthy. Especially with summer fast approaching, bringing the possibility of bike rides and other outdoor activities. I don't want to carry any more weight up Spencer's Butte than I have to. And when I do the Race for the Cure in October, it would be nice to run it rather than walk it.
So I had to do something about the Candy Bowl. Make it a little less accessible, further out of reach. But not totally hidden away. There are times when you just gotta have a piece of chocolate, right?
So here is where I put it:
And if that doesn't work, I'll stick it in the supply closet.
Written by Kurt Booker
Tagged in: Life
on Apr 06, 2010
