Have I mentioned my reputation as the office mooch?  Things have improved in recent months due to dieting, but it’s hard to shake a history of begging for others’ food relentlessly.  I must admit my two little ones are following in mommy dearest’s footsteps.  Yesterday, Thomas snatched the corner of an egg sandwich from a plate on my lap in seconds.  Today he stared down a muffin I was eating until I gave him a few crumbs.  Charlotte is just as intense.  She practically climbs on top of your plate to get her mouth near the food.  And she won’t let up the requests for a bite until you give her one.  Some times I have to decline even one morsel of my Weight Watcher’s desserts.  I need that 2-inch long lemon cake wedge like I need air!  I fear for their futures.  When it comes to food, that is the one area that has led me to devious behavior.  I have taken edibles from office desk drawers.  The victims accept my apology the next day through emails or face-to-face admission but secretly, I’m sure, are fed up.  I can’t help it.  My husband thinks I have a problem.  If I see someone eating something or hear the sound of a wrapper crinkling, I am like Pavlov’s dog.  Fellow foodies always tip me off when someone in another department has banana bars or a catered sales meeting sent leftovers to the break room fridge.  Things got so bad when I did the morning shift, Chris Carter and I would go out of our way to book segments on the noon news involving food.  Ah, how I still miss those pig-out days… but everyone is better off getting the addict away from her supply.  No one was surprised that my family went to the new Sonic during its opening weekend.  No one batted an eye when I told them about the new drive-thru being added to Taco Bell.  My poor kids… and their poor co-workers!