It's my own fault. I chose my sandwich too quickly. I didn't think about what I wanted, I was just thinking about my stomach and filling it.
One of the perks of my job is that we have vendors who want to sell us their media space and will happily bring us lunch in order to have our attention for as long as it takes us to finish the John's pizza, Qdoba burrito bar or Brother Jimmy's BBQ they have brought in. Today it was 'wichcraft sandwiches.
There is something about this setting that turns my brain to its primal mode where all I think is "get the food before anyone else". I think it's the a weird combination of being an only child and never having to share and at the same time growing up in an inn where I was always eating leftovers. That's my therapist's problem, not mine.
My problem is that this primal instinct ends up fucking over my choice because I am so intent on getting enough food I don't think about what will satisfy me. 40 minutes later I am full but I know it wasn't what I wanted and there is a niggling at the back of my brain saying "get something else". Which is falls under the category of Bad Idea Jeans since I am already full and eating more would give me the stomach of a woman in her second trimester and I am pretty sure there's an HR policy against unbuttoning your pants at the office.
Normally this doesn't stop me, but today I sucked it up (and in, I chose the pork sandwich*) and made the fullness of my stomach trump the emptiness of cerebellum. And tomorrow I am going to take a deep breath before charging the falafel from Crisp and eat a lunch that satisfies.
*I have nothing against 'wichcraft's pork sandwich. It is a yummy sandwich, it just wasn't the sandwich I wanted today.
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