Every day, I walk by a chocolate factory. My office is so close to it that you can actually smell the chocolate from inside our building.

In fact, This American Life did a piece on this very chocolate factory not too long ago, detailing how its emissions made the city smell like magic. Brownie-like magic. And I'm only a half a block away from it.

Honestly. How I haven't gone ripping through an entire box of something dipped in chocolate I have no idea. It smells good is what I'm saying. Clearly I was hungry so I made my way to heat up some vegetable soup and was nearly thwarted by a huge box o' donuts, dripping in pink- and brown-colored icing. And a box of donut holes.

Not cool.

I made it out, just barely, and I was not about to let office temptations get the better of me today. I'm feeling 110% better this week, which goes to show me how much damage can be repaired in a short amount of time. I was really tired of having a sore stomach. That's what it mostly boiled down to. Well, and feeling tired. And getting concerned that I wasn't taking care of myself.

I cheated and jumped on the scale. I'm down two pounds so far. We'll see what Sunday's official weigh-in brings.

Posted by Erin at 12:19 PM | filed under: Ouch