Sunday, June 14, 2009
They're sitting in the kitchen. I can hear them calling me even though I just had a wondefully heatlhy dinner of broiled tilapia, seasoned green beans, and fauxtatoes.
Some of you may scream "BUT WHY DID YOU LET THEM IN THE HOUSE IN THE FIRST PLACE?" The answer is simple - community spirit, and a promise made to myself years ago to purchase whatever I could from kids that get stuck hawking stuff to support their school. I can't tell you how many boxes of donuts or band candy I've sold over the years. Ridiculous amounts of them, like negate World Hunger levels of them. And I solemnly swore then (so idealistic!) that I would help future children get out of the heat and humiliation as quickly as possible by purchasing whatever my wallet that day could afford.
I was a good little dieter on Friday. I took the box of dietary contraband into the office when I got to work. I opened the box and set it out (with napkins) for coworkers to share. I had one donut. One. Even though they're Krispy Kreme and were less than 2 hours from the oven and so OMG tasty with their sweet glaze over that perfect somewhere-between-cake-and-hea
So yeah, one..... and brokers came and brokers went and a few of them had a treat, and then it was the end of the day and the box still had 7 donuts. That's why there is a box of donuts on my kitchen counter.
Krispy Kreme's glazed rings are 200 calories a pop, btw. The Boy and I joked that they could be gone in a day and still stay within our calorie maximums if he or I ate 1 every 2 hours. We were strong though, and we didn't give in.
Now the box is taunting me, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to meet it halfway. I've exceeded my exercise requirements, and I'm still 200 cals below my minimum intake requirement. So I can afford it - because I've been good about sticking to my plan.
So here's to the occasional treat, and to meeting goals without perceived deprivation!