When taking my lunch to the office, I have resorted to marking my little frozen dinners like this before placing them in the communal refrigerator/freezer:

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Highly Protective Of My Foodstores.

Because it’s one thing to pat myself on the back for having the willpower to decline a burger and fries and instead stay at my desk and eat something packed with enough calories and bites to keep me full for like THIRTY-FOUR MINUTES, but for someone in the office to mistake MY lunch for the one THEY DID NOT BRING, now THAT would be a danger to their health.  Me without food is like me without my happy pills.  Which is as cozy for others as having one’s bottom lip stapled to their eyelids.  In slow motion. 

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