I miss my office.  My café office that is.  I miss the coffee, the customers staring at my laptop wondering what the hell I’m doing, the staff and especially the scones.  Oh the scones (*stares dreamily off into the distance and dribbles slightly*)

“My name is Kate and it’s been ten days since my last scone.” 

However, it has to be said that in my new job, we do eat copious amounts of crap.  Every day someone brings in cakes they’ve either baked or bought.  In the eight days I’ve been in my new job we’ve had jam doughnuts, custard doughnuts and lemon drizzle cake (although I didn’t see a damned crumb of that one.)  It seems that at least twice a day, someone will do a ‘sweetie run’ to the shop opposite and my drawers are already full of food.

This week alone, I’ve eaten Jelly Teddy Bears, Giant Strawberries, White Chocolate Mice, Minstrels, a Double Decker and a lemon muffin.

And an apple.

So how the hell have I lost ½ stone since I began working here?  Not that I’m complaining mind you, but it is a little puzzling.

As I pondered, whilst I should have been inputting data into numerous Excel spreadsheets, I got up to make a coffee to go with this afternoon’s jam tart.  As every muscle screamed, “Why did you have to start up running … couldn’t you have taken up bowls instead?” I realised – it must be the running!  At last … the hard work is paying off and I’m now seeing the benefits.

And about bloody time, quite frankly.

Whether this will continue, I don’t know.  I’ve never run before … I’m not quite sure how this works.  Will I consistently start to lose weight now as long as I keep pushing myself when I go running or will the White Mice catch up with me?

As you can see, I haven’t quite worked out the whole ‘eating sensibly’ thing yet – it’s a work in progress shall we say – but I know I don’t eat as much crap as before so that’s got to be a good thing right?  If only I could swap Haribo for grapes, I’d probably be a size 8 by now.  Who am I kidding?  I was born a size 8.

So, I’m scheduled in on the Cake Rota to bake a Victoria sponge in three week’s time – if I can fit through the door by then – but running finally seems to be paying dividends.

High fives all round!

PS – I lied about the apple.

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Published by Kate Sutton

Writer, Mother, Dater.

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