A couple months ago, I started the
bad well-deserved habit of stopping for a steeped tea and donut on my way to OB appointments. It’s a half hour drive and I’m always poked and prodded when I get there, so a little treat to rally my spirits was in order, wouldn’t you say?
Recently I started taking notice of how much enjoyment I actually get from that donut. I order the double chocolate kind…which is basically chocolate cake with frosting. Yep, I eat chocolate cake before having my glucose levels and weight checked at my doctor’s office. But what I noticed is that I wasn’t so much eating the donut as I was inhaling it. Like, I’d barely have pulled away from the drive-thru window and all I’d have left was my tea and an empty paper bag. I really didn’t even have a memory of eating of the donut. There was no savouring, no appreciating.
I had an OB appointment at 8:30 this morning, so I made my tea and donut stop. Today I decided to pull into a parking spot to eat my
donut cake, to see if I would slow down and enjoy it if I wasn’t also concentrating on driving. Note the time on my car’s clock.
I demolished that puppy in under 2 minutes, and I wasn’t even trying to eat it quickly in order to impress all 5 of the people who read my blog!
The amount of time I am going to have to spend on a treadmill to burn off these donuts-I’m-not-even-tasting/enjoying/remembering is NOT worth it. I’m not even a donut person. I would much rather have a ginger molasses cookie.
So this is serving as an accountability post – no. more. donuts.
(Except I might have one more OB appointment next week if Baby hasn’t come out yet…and you know, habits can be tough to break…sooooo…there might be 1 more donut….)