A former Dunkin Donuts junkie takes a stroll down memory lane....
Monday, February 09, 2009
High on my list of old bad habits was the weekly, then bi-weekly, and eventual 4 - 5 day ritual of visiting Dunkin Donuts for any variation of coffee/muffin, coffee/ 2 old fashioned, coffee/muffin/2 old fashioned, plus other assorted flavor of donuts, etc. It all started with oldest daughter’s Saturday morning dance class. She was around 7 at the time. On the way home from class, we would swing into DD’s for a 1/2 dozen assorted donuts and coffees. It was a tradition the entire family happily looked forward to every week! And on some Saturdays, we would opt for a full dozen! By the time she was 9 and younger sister was also taking dance, we had added the breakfast sandwiches to our menu…more of a good thing, right?
Fortunately, too much of a “good” thing can get old, so we eased up on the donuts, but stayed faithful to the breakfast sandwiches and would throw in donuts occasionally when we wanted to satisfy that sugar fix. This was when my personal love of the Dunkin began to truly grow. As a kind of tribute to getting past Hump Day, I started going on Wednesdays for the #4 combo - my medium coffee and blueberry muffin. I think back then, I rationalized the habit as being part of my work ritual because Wednesday was the day I dropped off and picked up new work from my then place of employment. So this little DD pit stop on the way home was my way of fueling up for the remainder of the workweek.
Over time I kept adding a day here, a day there to fuel up not just my body, but I think my emotions as well, until I was stopping in at least 4 – 5 days a week. By now I had started drinking Coolattas, Lattes, and Dunkaccinos so my DD experience was becoming quite a well-rounded experience. And as a family we had not abandoned our weekend DD fixes. Dance classes were continuing and the drives home were always more complete with a quick stop for coffees and donuts/breakfast sandwiches/muffins.
I don’t know when I admitted to myself that this obsession was not healthy, but after a while, I did make many attempts to kick the Dunkin Donuts habit and to change my overall eating as well. It’s all kind of a blur, the period between DD junkie and DD former junkie. But thankfully, at some point in time, the happily anticipated routine became a dull rut, which put an end to a sad and unhealthy decline into sugar self-destruction.
For the most part I’m staying true to my commitment of NOT looking back or feeling guilty about unhealthy eating habits I used to have. But when it comes to my fixation with Dunkin Donuts, looking back on this particular past serves as an important reminder to myself of how much progress I’ve made and how much healthier my life and my family's lives are now.
Incidentally, I have not banished DD’s from my life, but if you ask me when I last tasted a hazelnut coffee with a blueberry muffin, I have no idea, it’s been that long!