{"id":487,"date":"2007-03-09T13:08:14","date_gmt":"2007-03-09T20:08:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/2007\/03\/09\/fat-mikey\/"},"modified":"2007-03-09T16:28:35","modified_gmt":"2007-03-09T23:28:35","slug":"fat-mikey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/2007\/03\/09\/fat-mikey\/","title":{"rendered":"Fat Mikey"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am insanely obsessed with sweets, as Fat Mikey (aka my belly) can attest too.<\/p>\n<p>On Sunday, I decided to wage war against Fat Mikey. So far, he&#8217;s winning the battle.<\/p>\n<p>On Monday, I decided I needed a day to recover from the marathon. I can start my diet on Tuesday, I reasoned. Fat Mikey agreed that this was for the best.<\/p>\n<p>On Tuesday, it occured to me I should eat all the chocolate at the apartment so I wouldn&#8217;t continue to tempt myself. Fat Mikey thought this was a brilliant idea.<\/p>\n<p>On Wednesday, one of my co-worker&#8217;s started selling chocolate for her son&#8217;s school. I had to buy one and supoprt my co-worker&#8217;s son, I rationalized. Fat Mikey concurred.<\/p>\n<p>On Thursday, I did a host of chores that had been neglected for awhile. Naturally, I had to snack while doing them to keep my energy level up. Fat Mikey started to gloat.<\/p>\n<p>Today, well, today I discovered <a href=\"http:\/\/www.typetive.com\/candyblog\/\">this site<\/a>. I fear all hope is lost. My only salvation is that I&#8217;ve eaten all the chocolate in my apartment already (a better plan than it sounded at the time!) and I&#8217;ve forbidden my co-worker from selling me any more candy. So now I just need someone to sit and monitor me for the rest of the day to make sure Fat Mikey doesn&#8217;t do anything devious &#8211; like sneaking off to the store to buy chocolate while I&#8217;m not looking.<\/p>\n<p>[Update] Fat Mikey struck at 1:15pm, after lunch. Before I knew it, I&#8217;d eaten half a bar of dark chocolate purchased at my local Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory.\u00a0 Woe is me.\u00a0 Double woe is me for having to get into a swimsuit and go to the beach tomorrow!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am insanely obsessed with sweets, as Fat Mikey (aka my belly) can attest too. On Sunday, I decided to wage war against Fat Mikey. So far, he&#8217;s winning the battle. On Monday, I decided I needed a day to recover from the marathon. I can start my diet on Tuesday, I reasoned. Fat Mikey [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":110,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[181],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-487","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-salads-salads-more-salads"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/487","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/110"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=487"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/487\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=487"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=487"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sweetpea\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=487"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}