Hungry, Hungry Hippos

The office I work at is in an odd part of town. Some would call it the loop, some would call it the west loop, I simply say "it's by the train stations."
Because we aren't "technically" in the loop with the other offices, we are not as close to a seemingly endless supply of lunch spots.

The closest thing we got is the food court at the train station across the street. And like any food court, it's just a collection of every fast food restaurant that has ever existed.

There is Arby's, Taco Bell, Pizza Hut, Mcdonalds, Panda Express, and Subway (because you want to pretend it's not fast food.) As well as Mrs. Field's Cookies and Dunkin Donuts and Cinnabon - because let's not forget about dessert.



Because of this, I ALWAYS bring a lunch.
As a girl who hates her body 99% of the time, I cannot afford (money and health wise) to spend $7 on grease for lunch.
So I pack my chicken or fish with brown rice and veggies with a side of fruit and light yogurt (see, can't forget dessert).
I don't exactly look FORWARD to eating this trainers dream meal, but it fills me up and doesn't put me to sleep.

Yet apparently, I'm the only one who takes the time out of her home-time to pack a lunch.
Everyone in my office goes across the street and eats that shit EVERY. DAMN. DAY.
Today, I had the pleasure of smelling and looking at Arby's and Jimmy Johns as I heated up my broccoli.
Yesterday, I got to smell a nachos grande and a personal pan pizza.
Last week, it was mcdonald's fries and a steak sandwich.

While I try to pretend like I'm the better person for avoiding this temptation, in reality I am JEALOUS TO ALL HELL!

While yes, the majority of these people are what I would classify as OVERWEIGHT, there are those two or three with the crazy metabolisms of a 13 year old boy.
They sit there shoving their face with cheetos while I drool and munch on a carrot stick (god I am so sick of carrot sticks.)

But I know that my metabolism is one of a 57 year old woman and that even eating well and working out regularly does not shed the pounds.

So as I continue to crave low mein and spare ribs, I'll instead munch on grapes and salmon.

Because really, nobody wants to end up like this: