I'm sitting at a Hampton Inn in northern Maryland preparing for day 2 of the house-hunting trip with my husband. As soon as I left my room on the second floor, I was bowled over by the sweet and spicy smell of sweet rolls, donuts, sausage and maple syrup.
Venturing forth for my morning cup of black coffee with splenda - cortisol be damned - I was determined not to be intimidated by my nemesis: the glazed donut.
I can't help it, really. My love affair with glazed donuts stems from the Tastee Donut store I used to frequent as a child. They were serving fresh, warm glazed donuts long before the Krispy Kreme folks we're around.
So, I'm sitting in the breakfast room as my senses are bombarded with the smell if breakfast past and I am NOT eating a glazed donut. I am sipping my coffee and watching the people around me load their plates with piles of waffles, sausage, sugary cereals and, yes, glazed donuts. While these foods may offer a few minutes of pleasure, the long-term cost of breaking my fast, derailing 2 months of discipline, and sending me into insulin overdrive when there's no workout in sight today is one I am just not willing to pay.
After all, I know better.
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