Wednesday, January 11, 2012
This morning my professor decided to 'treat' us all to doughnuts. He dropped a box of a dozen on our table, and it quickly was passed around. I resisted the first pass around, but somehow the box ended up parked directly in front of me, my notebook brushing against it.
For the next 3 hours, I stole glances at it. 6 glazed delights sitting in front of me, just begging to be consumed. I knew exactly how delicious it would taste, how the glaze would melt in my mouth and how the sugar would give me a wonderful high.
I also knew exactly how guilty I would feel after eating it.
An hour passed, and with each stomach grumble, my resolve weakened. I became hyper-aware of the delicious scent of the doughnuts, I would see flecks of glaze sitting where doughnuts had previously been. I'd been in this position before, and I always lost.
But then, a miracle! Looking at the glaze, I realized it was probably made of just butter and sugar, and that the doughnut itself was nothing more than oil soaked white flour. Unlike other treats, this offered no nutritional value...it would just add pounds to my waist line.
I ate a granola bar instead, and shortly after left the doughnuts behind, probably sobbing in their inability to defeat my will power.
It's on like Donkey Kong, Junk-Food.