I’ve posted about how crazy work is right now, and all the changes that are looming, and how they all require copious amounts of work from me. All at the same time. I’ve posted about being confident in my decisions, and generally feeling like I’ve got some semblance of control over the whole thing. What I have not posted about is the dark side.

In order to achieve maximum productivity, we bring in lunch when we have visitors here to assist with software conversion this, or 401k transition that, etc. These same guests require entertaining; we take them out for dinner and drinks and show them around town. What’s bad about decandant, delicious meals at the best places in town and top shelf liqour, compliments of the Corporation?

Um, maybe it would be the ten pounds I’ve gained this week. Granted, some of that is probably just cycle weight that I will be rid of in roughly two weeks, but I’m fairly sure that the better part of it has something to do with the baked ziti, the steak in garlic butter sauce, the Grey Goose and all the other crap I’ve eaten this week.

I usually don’t even eat lunch. I don’t take the time, and I sure as hell don’t go to a bistro downtown for chicken salad and squash casserole. Maybe if I get lightheaded or bitchy, I’ll eat some triscuits or pretzels. Maybe. My dinners are a little more substantial, but not quite as calorie heavy as the corporate dinners.

Of course, this could all be fairly well resolved by eating soup and salad at these business dinners, rather than brie filled pastry and french style french fries with mayo. The problem with that? Well, there are two problems with that. The first being that I would have to drink less, and that just seems wrong. The second being that this is an eating company, and I already catch hell for being thin, and I would never hear the end of it if I ate all bird-like on the company dime. My delicate reputation would precede me. I’m known for being one hell of a (professional and appropriate) good time, and I don’t wish to trade that in for something like She Who Never Eats Anything Substantial.

My solution? These people head back to the mothership tomorrow. They will not be back for three weeks. If I stick to my yogurt smoothies for breakfast, quit eating lunch and give half of my dinner to Adicus, I should be back to my ideal weight, by about………..

……… the time they come back into town.

~sigh~

If this goes on much longer, I might have to resort to working out.