Out of sight but not out of mind

Mike made a big mistake trusting me with the bag of chocolates he removed from the box he gave me. I stashed them in the top drawer of my desk. Unfortunately there isn't a timed vault device to keep me out of it. There isn't a single other thing in there that I could need in a typical day but yet it can't seem to keep closed. I'm trying to distract myself with you know, work, but that that's not helping. I play Russian roulette with one of my spreadsheets. There are so many names on it and on any given day I can find at least 3 that need to be removed for various reasons but no one notifies us. So I could go name by name and sort through the first few hundred before I find one or I can play Russian roulette. Close my eyes hit the scroll thingy and click. Doesn't it sound thrilling?! It isn't. Instead I keep opening the drawer shoving my hand in the bag and hoping as I bite into the piece of chocolate that I chose blindly, that the filling won't make me gag.
So I survived Zumba this evening. I was still not on queue with the class but more often than not I was going left when they too were going left. I also had to modify some of the steps to accommodate the increasingly louder cries from my body. My knees ache, as did my head when I first walked into class. It hurt all afternoon actually. Around 3:45 I broke down and made a pot of coffee. It was awful! I can't make coffee. But I drank it cause I was dying. It was a bit too late to catch that headache. So anyway Zumba. It didn't kill me it brought down my blood sugar which was also high before I started. I attribute that to the chinese food I had for lunch.
I had a salad for dinner, with a pecan crusted piece of chicken. I ate only half of the chicken and demolished the salad. Mike ordered some cajun fries which I was overly eager to help him with. Half way through the salad I had this empty feeling in my stomach and was already preparing for an after dinner snack. Maybe some fruit I thought... chomp chomp chomp... Polished off the salad, I don't know why I just didn't want that damn chicken. But now I'm feeling like I might need to toss it all up. I got home and showered and now here I am. Sleepy and nauseated. And sore. Before I sign off I have a question. Kinda a random and possibly TMI kinda question. But all that flopping around left my uh... lady parts hurting lol I wonder if there is such a thing as a sports bra undies contraption. Anyone else ever have this problem? Maybe I'm just a weirdo.