When the phone rang, I had just finished yelling and screaming at my computer. It was shaping up to be one of "those" afternoons.

"Hey, what's up," my husband wanted to know.

"If I had any chocolate I'd be eating it right now!" I said between my clenched teeth.

"Oh, really?" he said, knowing what my dependence on chocolate during stressful times amounted to.

From the office next to mine, I could hear my co-worker say "There's chocolate in the fridge!"

"Actually," I said rather proudly to my husband, "I don't have an appetite right now, so even if I did have chocolate I wouldn't be eating it." Starting my second month of Byetta was starting to pay off in the appetite-suppressant area.

"Well that's good," he said.

I smiled. And then he asked what was going on. And I yelled and screamed again. It felt good to vent, but that brought my co-worker into my office (she understands my chocolate habit, too!) with two Snickers bars and a Kit Kat. She took them out of the gallon-size zip lock bag they were in and held them like a card dealer flashing his winning hand. Oh, man, I so didn't need to be faced with this. I had seen those in the fridge this morning and purposefully forgot about them.

I was still trying to tell my husband what was going on. I had really wanted to tell her "no thank you" but eating does tend to calm me down. I grabbed the Kit Kat and put it on the desk in front of me. It was cold and made a slap on the solid wood desk. My co-worker walked out, I suspect slightly satisfied that she had helped me in my stressful time of need.

We got off the phone and I started working again on the file that made me so mad in the first place. I had calmed down, but looking at all the work that had been accidentally lost (hence my frustration) I tore into that Kit Kat like a kid who stole it from the corner store. And then sighed heavily.