Donuts.
Carbs and me have a very rocky relationship. My big weight gain in my forties corresponded with the whole Jane Brody "carbs good, meat bad" thing. Coincidence? I think not. My Big Loss was very low carb and all the meat I wanted. (fine print: lots and lots of aerobic exercise). The problem with carbs is they make me crave more. I feel bad when I start the day with toast or cereal or a bagel. I feel bad all day, and I would eat everything in sight if no-one was watching. The kids made cinamon rolls a couple of days ago, and I turned down the offer. "They'll just make me crazy" I said. The only time I can deal with carbs is associated with significant protein, but even then it's helpful to have a portion control enforcer. (Thus no problem with ridiculously expensive eeny-weeny desserts in restaurants.)
So having finished at the gym already, I went down the street to the Whole Foods breakfast bar and had a small portion of a fancy omelet. Just right. But I'm sitting here at the lunch counter looking across the street at the new donut shoppe (their spelling) across the street. The kids like donuts. I have no problem with them having an occasional treat like this. I like to check out local businesses. Why don't I just go over there and pick up a couple?
Because I can't put myself in that situation, that's why. I might be able to toss a couple of treats into a full shopping cart without feeling left out, but I don't think I can go in and out of a shoppe and not need to add myself to the treat list. I certainly wouldn't have when I first saw the place and had the thought. Now, having publicly written about it, I could probably pull it off, but why? The kids don't need it and I don't need to prove anything more thus morning. I'll just move on to the rest of my day.
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2 comments:
If there was one stealth, deadly weapon in the form of sabotaging food for me, it would be donuts. Carbs, sugar, fat all rolled into one plump, perfect little food. I avoid such shoppes like the plague and treat myself only once in a while -- like my birthday special.... In the words of Weight Watchers, a total red-light food for me.
"the kids like" but I don't need\
God, Nan, you shame me with your honesty... you're right, you're right, you're right (what I tell you three times is true)
Liz
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