Ok guys.

The first step to curing addiction is to admit that you have a problem.

Hi, my name is Meghan, and I am addicted to cereal. (Hiii Meghannn)

Here’s the story of my rock bottom. I’ll start from the beginning. Friday morning started off great with a healthy breakfast, egg whites and cheese on some GF cinnamon raisin toast, yummy!

Work was a bit stressful. I offered to help my coworker reproduce a bunch of reports that needed to go out that afternoon. About a thousand million things kept going wrong, and needless to say, I was getting pretty ticked off.

As it is, I don’t like doing admin tasks for a male coworker. It gives me the whole secretary circa 1960’s Mad Men vibe. (Have I mentioned that I do the grocery shopping for the office? And keep the kitchen clean? #officemom).

What made matters worse was the coworker I was helping happened to be the Married Man who tried to kiss me this past fall. And he thinks it’s funny when I get mad, and kept egging me on.

So naturally I ended up at happy hour instead of the gym Friday afternoon. Oops.

Happy hour itself wasn’t so bad. I only had a couple drinks, and managed to resist the butter soaked popcorn everyone else was diving into. Not one single bite! Progress. I also resisted the enormous plate of fatty goodness otherwise known as onion rings, mozarella sticks, and wings. I was feeling pretty damn good about myself.

But then the Married Man tried to play footsies with me. FOOTSIES. Like we’re on a first date in 9th grade (or maybe 5th grade? I grew up slow). I didn’t want to say anything in front of other coworkers so I just pulled away and tried to ignore it.

But I left happy hour PISSED. Like, irrationally pissed.

Ok, yes, I am single. Yes, I’ve been single for awhile. And ok, it’s also true that I have no real prospects or love interests in my life right now. But that does NOT mean that I would ever be interested in a married man. I made that abundantly clear last fall when I rejected his advances 3 times in a row. I don’t know what else to do.

So I ate my feelings. I started with a healthy dinner made from leftover rice, egg whites, a little sesame oil, soy sauce, and ume plum vinegar. Pretty much a quick and easy homemade fried rice.

I also had a banana with some peanut butter which was delicious.

I should’ve stopped there, that was my original plan for the day.

But my anger combined with my happy hour buzz made me a bottomless pit. Some leftover chocolate chips with a few almonds? Bam, homemade trail mix. Homemade ice cream sandwich? Sure they have to get eaten sooner or later!

That was good, but I bet it would be even better with some peanut butter spread on it. What’s one more?

Remember when I said I needed to stop buying cereal?

I did. Haven’t bought it since.

But Andrea has. So what did I do? I plunged face first into her Fiber One Caramel Delight cereal. And it was DELICIOUS. Seriously, that shit is insanely good. I was shoveling fistfuls of cereal down my throat faster than I could chew.

Rock. Bottom.

Until I did the same thing Saturday.