Yesterday I was walking back to the office from lunch, through the food court in the
building across the street from the one I work in, and I walked by a cupcake
shop I’ve been to many times before (probably too many times). I stopped in
front of the counter and looking at all of the fresh, deliciously sweet
cupcakes, I suddenly heard a voice.
“Buy one”, the voice said.
I turned and looked around to see who was talking to me, but no one was saying anything. People rushed around me, not paying me any attention.
“Buy one”, I heard again.
It took a few seconds, but I realized the voice was mine! You see
friends, there are two of me. Not two of me in the physical sense (I’ve been told
on more than one occasion that one of me is quite enough), but two personalities
if you will. I would like to introduce you to Good girl Victoria and Bad ass
Good girl Victoria is sweet, she’s nice, she’s a pushover. She does what
she’s told, doesn’t use foul language, and eats her vegetables. Bad ass Victoria on the other hand has anger issues, doesn’t give a crap what anyone thinks, and eats Doritos for breakfast (yes, I’ve done that and no, I’m not proud of it). And it was the
voice of Bas ass Victoria that I heard, loud and clear, while standing in front of the cupcake shop.
I didn’t know what to do. Do I indulge and enjoy a cupcake, or do
I stay strong and eat the apple I know is sitting on my desk in the office. It’s been a stressful week, surely I’ve earned just a little treat to make me feel better! I
needed Good girl Victoria to fight back, to be strong, and stand up to Bad ass
Victoria in this time of crisis. But Bad ass Victoria plays dirty and she would punch good girl Victoria in the neck if it meant access to yummy, delicious, sugar-laden
treats. So it was no surprise when I suddenly found myself back at my desk
staring at this:
Shocking isn’t it? Well maybe not shocking. Maybe more
like delicious, mouth-watering, decadent…ok, you see where this is
going, no need to editorialize.
I stared down at the cupcake, contemplating it’s fate, when
suddenly I heard the voice again.
“Eat it”, the voice said.
Now I am sitting there at my desk, silently begging Good girl Victoria to jump in and save me, but she is nowhere to be found, most likely having been hog tied, gaged, and locked in the closet by Bad ass Victoria. So I did what any bad ass chick would do…I
ate it. It was sweet, it was moist, it was heaven…and I would do it again in a
minute. Do I feel guilty? A little. But for now, that’s Good girl Victoria’s problem 😉
Saturday is my first weigh-in since starting the blog. Normally I have a pretty good idea going in whether or not the news will be good or bad, but this week as been particularly crazy so I’m not quite sure…it could go either way. Fingers crossed!
I’d also like to take a second and thank everyone who has been reading the blog and who has gotten in touch with me to tell me how much you have been enjoying it. That makes me happy, so thank you. x