Thursday, June 28, 2012

Evil, thy name is Dunkin


Chocolately goodness with sweet, sweet cream
Delicious sprinkles dotting the glaze

I could hear the sirens calling my name. Beckoning me from the table nearby.

My old nemesis, the Doughnut Fairy, popped up at work again today. I'm not a person that craves doughnuts. But, when you drop a box of sweet goodness right next to the printer, it's hard to resist.

I've been working really hard on dieting and having some success at it. But, for
the past three weeks, I've been in weight-loss Hell, unable to budge the needle
on the scale. So, I worked harder and ate less this past week and finally lost
another 1-1/2 lbs.

And here stood Beelzebub in an orange and white box coaxing me to put that 1-1/2
lbs. right back on. Even the Devil's Handmaiden – My Fitness Pal (an app which I
actually love) – tried to sell me down the river, pointing out that a glazed
doughnut is only 260 calories.

I know it was just my end of the day snackishness coaxing me to eat the overly sweet treat. If only I had a banana or some cherries with me ….

In desperation, I texted my weight-loss support group, the one I call the “No Excuses Club.” The Engineer offered me encouragement. But The Princess was my salvation. She reminded me of that oh-so-important rule – Go look at your butt in the mirror and picture the doughnut on it. Do you have room for a doughnut on it?

I scampered down to the bathroom and looked at my derrière and my still somewhat jiggly gut in the mirror. Nope, no doughnut room. That effectively killed my doughnut craving. I was now like Odysseus lashed to the mast with beeswax in my ears – I could no longer hear the siren’s call.

Butt-expanding crisis averted! 

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