This week, in #ideaLab mobile reportingland, let’s talk a little about willpower.
On Thursday, I voluntarily decided to work from the oasis of deliciousness known as Macklin’s Cupcakes.
I hadn’t really been out to that side of the county. I hadn’t really tortured myself, either.
Call me crazy, but I’m trying not to eat as many sweets lately. (Rumor has it, they make you gain weight.)
Tursn out, I didn’t know from hard until I parked my iPad at this place for four hours.
I let myself have a coffee. Just a coffee.
But holy cow. The smell. It was enough to make me want to leap over the counter and sink my tongue in a bowl of icing.
No one would notice, right?
But I didn’t. I didn’t eat a cupcake.
I avoided #fatatwork, a new hashtag I’ve decided to use to describe my sometimes poor on-the-job eating habits.
It’s a take on my friend’s hashtag, #fitatwork, that she uses to describe the opposite.
Let’s face it. We’re Americans.
We order Chinese.
We sit in chairs for eight hours.
We roll through the McDonald’s drive through at 2 a.m. to buy three McDoubles, a medium fry and a vanilla cone. (Not that I’m speaking from experience or anything … )
On Friday, I got the internet folk involved in celebrating #fatatwork. Everyone shared their tips for a future in morbid obesity.
I Storified them together and put them on ydr.com.
And, turns it, Friday was also National Donut Day.
Have I mentioned I love my job?