Tuesday closing, I had a tray of lemon bars that didn’t sell. Usually I’d nibble while wrapping, then call it “quality control.” This time I put two on a plate for my partner, wrapped the rest for the morning case, and drank my iced tea.
Later I caught my reflection in the dark window while locking up and actually smiled at myself. Not because I looked smaller, but because my face had that old relaxed look I remember from before I was always negotiating with a pastry tray.
I’ve been at this about four months, and portioning at work is still my hardest spot, but I’ll take this one. Has anyone else had a work temptation moment where the win was more about your mood than the scale?