Happy & Healthy

Secret eaters

Picture this: the doorbell rings and FOUR jars of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream gets delivered at the office. We all couldn’t contain our excitement because when Ben & Jerry arrive, you can’t keep them waiting. You know it, I know it.

In the kitchen we scooped up some ice cream into a couple of bowls for those who wanted some. You know, the modest amount. One scoop from all four flavors. Then I head back to my desk. A couple minutes later my bowl is empty. Everyone looks satisfied, has long forgotten about the ice cream and gets back to work. But no, not for us secret eaters. Give me one small taste of Cookie Dough and I want the entire thing. I look over at the kitchen. Shall I? No, of course no. Know your place. Do you know how many calories are in B&J’s? You sit across from the office fit girl for christ’s sake. Girl, you’ve had plenty.

”After a lot of laughing emoji’s it becomes quite clear that I’m the dweeb with the guilty conscious”

Thirty seconds later I find myself in the kitchen scooping all the cookie dough out of the B&J. I need all of it. I’ve got to be able to see the bottom of the jar. WHY am I like this? Okay, so back to the kitchen. I’m idiotically scooping out the dough and thank god no one walks in to grab some tea of coffee. Oh the shame. Okay, okay, badass, no one has seen me. Mission accomplished.

The following morning a photo popped up in our Amayzine WhatsApp group. WHO SCOOPED ALL THE COOKIES OUT OF THE COOKIE DOUGH ICE CREAM? Busted. Plan B: deny, deny, deny. That always works. I had no idea. I don’t even like ice cream. Do I look like I’d do such a thing? I wasn’t even at the office yesterday. After a lot of laughing emoji’s it becomes quite clear that I’m the dweeb with the guilty conscious. And thank you to three of my lovely coworkers for emphasizing it by writing: KIKI!!!! And dear Ben & Jerry, please take the cookie dough ice cream out of your line because it’s going to be the death of me.