As February changes to March and spring is on the horizon, I’m hopeful for the next quarter of 2016. One reason being: my decision to finally attack my sugar intake. I’m going to try and delete any added sugar consumption for the next 90 days. Meaning if its not natural and fresh- forget about. Kraft, General Mills, or Hostess are busy prepping products that won’t make the cut.
I work as an Aeronautical Beverage Engineer — basically a Flight Attendant; with a tad more flair and concentration required in mixing ice, sugar water, and alcohol into various concoctions in the sky. I’ve been in this field for over five years and it was an opportunity that kind of just fell into my lap. One of the hardest parts about being on the go so much is dealing with diet and eating well. All the while trying to maintain good momentum in healthy living in all aspects of life.
Dessert on last nights flight was the triple chocolate brownie — of which, in my recent evil culinary past — I’ve had my fair share. And they are good. Little «chocolate crack square» should be the marketing tag line. So of course, on my first day of making new choices, I had to pass out 80 trays, seeing this thing stare at me as it passed between my hands to the longing, hungry grasp of his new best friend.
When we began to clean up the meal service, a nice young lady asked me if I could get her another brownie. So a few rows back a brownie made itself available and she was quite excited to get it. It then became my mission to get this girl every single available uneaten brownie on board — because her reaction to getting another one was so animated and excited; almost as if she had won the double showcase showdown on Price is Right. By the end of the flight I hand-delivered the rest in plastic bag for her to take on her journey.
After arriving in Paris and preparing for the cumbersome bus ride to the hotel, I disembarked the plane and made my way through a hallway and to the stairwell down to our transportation. And there it was — a mysterious lone triple chocolate brownie lying on the landing— almost as if the devil himself had just pushed it up from Hell through the frozen white concrete floor to tempt me. And I wasn’t having it. I didn’t even have the decency to throw it away, because I didn’t even want to touch it.
