Still standing ........

I have surely been out of the dieting\blogging loop for awhile. And I don't know if I will ever get in a good rhythm where I am blogging everyday. This is what I do know? I love to blog *when I do* and it helps me feel a little better. Blogging is like a journal that everyone can see*if they want*.  You can either write it all or just enough I am wondering what is to much to put in a blog; and what is playing it safe. I'm on the fence about that right now but sometimes the more you let out the better you feel.  Bad for the reputation but good for the soul. What does that have to do with eating? Everything. If I can post the reasons why I eat and what makes me eat then maybe I can deal with it along with blogger's with the same or similar problems.

 A guy at my job said the other day in  a meeting *he cut for a commercial break* what do people get out of the vending machines. I thought that was a little out of left field in a business meeting but it broke the tension of the meeting and had ppl thinking what do I get. Well after the meeting the guy asked that everyone email him what they  purchase out of the machine. One of the partners of the firm said why are you asking we don't have to pay for the contents. Thinking the employee was asking to cut cost. No he said, I am curious to find out what are people eating and why can't those choices be turned into something healthy. Made sense to me until everyone became the vending police. No not everyone *just me*. My desk is only five steps from the vending machine, so I can see who is walking by and almost not all the time what you have purchased from the vending machine. Most people crack open their snacks before they get to there desk. So I became the *vending police* no one appointed me; when someone walked by I would say make sure you put that in a email. It was a laugh out loud the first couple of times.

But by the afternoon I thought what am I some addict staring food down like I wanted them to share. So I stop....  I also have a dangerous device under my desk it is called the scale and everyone  young/ old, big/small they step on the scale all through out the day. Why? Who knows?  The scale was left in my area by a former employee for *anyone and everyone* to use.  I look at the scale and roll my eyes, and the vending machine believe it or not does nothing for me anymore. Years ago I was feeding that machine so much I was asking people to lend me change to get my next snack. My addiction was very *bad* it was in its early stages and I was in denial. Over the years some things have changed I do not buy snacks as often as I did before and if I don't have change to purchase a snack I don't ask no one for it. Small steps make for long term change huh. No *Pun* intended.