Yesterday I had a nice lunch at the Brazilian Cowboy restaurant on Main Street consisting of a lot of veggies and a little fruit salad.
Upon returning to work I made a bad move and ate a couple of handsfull of peanut M&Ms from my cohort's office. I had been eyeing the bag for a couple of weeks and was caught red handed.
An hour or so later I'm falling out all over the place on the edge of a hyperglycemic coma.
The moral of the story is somewhat convoluted and involves both trying to have a little good judgement ... and staying out of the sacks of others — particularly when they contain hard candy coated chocolate covered peanuts. I was a good part of the afternoon recovering from this particular dietary mistake.
