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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