My Donut Caper
Monday, June 20, 2016
It started on Friday morning. I was walking along and ready to cross the street, when a friend drove by and motioned me to stop over at his house. So I turned left and he got out of his work truck with a huge box as his work crew was meeting early and he bought donuts for them. He showed me his new backyard that he did, his new birds, and then offered me a donut.
Okay, I've been off added sugar for months. I've been in pain for over four months now and have an attitude that I deserve any small comforts. Even donuts. So I took the biggest one and continued on my way home.
However, I was like a drug addict who'd discovered their stash; I devoured the donut en route home with not one bit of regret or remorse. Yes, whenever I transgress, I make myself enjoy it the fullest.
I got home wiping sugar off my chin. It was sad and funny simultaneously. If it stopped there, that would have been it. But the sugar door, once opened, is a dangerous thing in my life. All day Saturday I craved sugar. My friend had said he'd picked up the donuts at a place nearby that had just opened. By early evening on Saturday, I got in the car and drove over to the donut place. It was closed. So I came home and had a few grapes. Yes, yummy, sweet grapes.
And by bedtime, I told myself that I'd awaken at 5 a.m. (which is actually my usual time like clockwork) and head over for two donuts. And coffee. You see, I've been off caffeine for months now as well. But when I fall off the horse on one thing, I usually do so on a few fronts.
Sunday morning came and went. I told myself that this was ridiculous and made myself behave. That was that. No more visions of donuts dancing in my head. In fact, I don't particularly want or like them. What can I say? I guess these temptations will always be there, but I have to be firm with myself.
Wishing all a happy, healthy day.