I'd been on my "detox" diet now for almost three weeks and all was going well. That is, until I was confronted with the dreaded "Office Potluck" party.
I tried to ignore the "Office Potluck" email for an entire week. Knowing that this event would most certainly throw me into a diet challenged tizzy, I choose to pretend I didn't get the email that suggested everyone make a salad, entree or dessert. However, two days before the event I was approached by the office manager who more or less assigned me a dish. "You should do 'Ham Pinwheels" she suggested. "They are soo easy to make." "Sure" I replied, and I knew I was f*cked.
Anyone who's ever worked at an office with more than 2 women is certainly familiar with the archaic tradition known as a "Potluck." In the past, a potluck would involve me heading to the Albertson's deli and ordering 6 lbs of their soggy Caesar salad (and then transferring it to my own handmade Viet Nam wooden salad bowl and claiming it as my own). But after agreeing to the pinwheels - I knew I would actually have to make my dish (while on a detox diet, no less).
I searched high and low for a great "Pinwheel" recipe (i.e, I Googled the word "Pinwheel" and read the first three recipes that popped up, and chose the easiest). After securing the proper accouterments (flour tortillas, honey ham, cream cheese, green chilies and ranch dressing mix), I was ready to roll those suckers up.
At the time, I didn't realize just how "hungry" I was. But 2 and 1/2 weeks of veggies, water, and milk with sugar-free, diabetic chocolate syrup (and only eating between the hours of 12 and 6) will do that to a person. As I rolled the first Pinwheel I decided it was necessary to try "just a small bite" (having never made a Pinwheel before, it was necessary to taste one, if only to make sure it wasn't so gross that I'd have an office full of spit-up Pinwheel soiled napkins rotting in the big trash can in the break room). Damn, as soon as that first bite hit my tongue, I was on those Pinwheels like Chris Farley on a pile of coke. The cream cheese might as well have been heroin in my veins. It was as though I was eating a 7-course meal at a Wolfgang Puck restaurant after being on a deserted island for 3 months.
I made it thru one entire rolled up tortilla before I came to my senses. The Pinwheel had literally sent me into a diet spiral (pun intended) - one which, a week later, I still have not really recovered from. I only have a week left on my "detox diet" but I have to be honest: after the "Pinwheel Incident" there have been several more similar incidents including the "Pizza and Merlot Incident" and last night the "I'm just tasting my BBQ beef Incident" and this morning's "I-haven't-had-a-real- Pepsi-in-almost-a-month-and-goddamn-it-I'm-having-one-for-breakfast Incident".
Ok, so after all the "Incidents" (most of them were just small bumps in the road) maybe I'm not completely "detoxed" after all. But let's face it, I'm no Gwenyth Paltrow. I'm pushing 40, starting to have night sweats and my frown lines are getting deeper by the second. Sometimes you just gotta cave in and go the way of the Pinwheel.