InnerTeub

So, I am transitioning to a new role in my company that is not based in D.C., which means when I don’t have to be elsewhere, I can be at home.

It’s quite lovely. (The role is actually great in many ways, the ability to work in yoga pants frequently is only one of them)

I have been thinking to myself that one of the main benefits is I’ll have better control – or options, anyway – over food during the day, and not subject to the whims of the 4th floor fro yo machine calling my name every day at 3pm, etc. Save money! Eat more healthy! Woo!

And then:

My good friend Jen surprised me last night with an M-Dot (the Ironman symbol) birthday cake. OMG, you guys. It is so good.

And it is huge:

And the leftovers are sitting on my counter, staring at me, begging to be eaten:

Seriously, you guys. I am only so strong.

Anyway, like I said: I’m *transitioning* to this role. I haven’t *started* yet. So clearly this week does not count. Ahem.