Temptation

I love donuts. I don't use that world willy-nilly - I mean, I LOVE donuts! I could eat them by the box full. I don't discriminate either - I love them all pretty equally. I wouldn't turn up my nose at a chocolate, glazed, sprinkled, you name it! I'm a sucker for them all. (Just in case you were really curious - my favorites are Boston Creme.)

The newly restored points-counting, working out, trying to get back on track person I am arrives at work this morning to find 3 boxes of LaMar's donuts in the copy room. What are these people doing to me???? Back in my super-fit days I was so focused on being slim and trim that I could easily resist the temptation and quietly sit back and judge all the fatty's indulding in one of my favorite treats. After over-indulging while being pregnant for the past two years, I've lost all willpower. It's like starting all over again. UGH!

I returned to my desk without a donut and pouted away the morning while eating my stupid ol' yogurt. Where is that feeling of satisfaction knowing that I resisted temptation? Why I am still plotting against the poor sap who brought in the donuts? I don't think this is healthy. Perhaps I should have had the donut. For the safety of my co-workers I think I should reconsider.