Torture!

I have a friend here. He always feeds me chocolates. (He treats me like a kid. He sometimes would bring her daughter's DVDs like HS Musical / Bring It On for me to borrow. I hope that only means I still look young =p). Yesterday I told him to stop. I wailed that I truly have to diet and he is not helping me. I reasoned I want to fit beautifully into my wedding gown! He smiled and just said, of course. I should have realized there's something more to that twinkle in his eyes.

Because when I arrived in our office I was shocked to find these (pardon the low-tech phone) waiting for me on my desk! It's a pleasant surprise of course and I am grateful of such literally sweet gesture, but I also want to strangle him at the same time. He's really cheeky!

Now I have too many temptations to resist - help! Last week Harley gifted me a box of Thornton's chocolates. Gosh it's so delicious that it's killing me. It's haunting me every night! "Georgia... georgia... ", I swear I could hear those sinful midgets nestled in that box teasing, beckoning, seducing me to give in, to just have a bite or two.

Last night I succeeded in resisting the temptation, which required every ounce of my self-restraint. (Don't ask me if I had been as successful the other night and the night before that.) But the moment I woke up this morning, I scrambled from my bed, rushed off to the ref and ahhhhhh unceremoniously stuffed my mouth with 2 truffles, though tiny but of course packed with lots of unhealthy calories. Conjuring images of my dream wedding dress in my mind is not effective anymore :( Yes I failed in my original plan to consume no less than 5 of these little monsters. I'm weak. Sigh. If only I can buy doses of self-control somewhere. But I'd rather splurge on "super fast metabolism" if that's also on sale!

The cheeky friend.