Sometimes I just want a donut
Yep, I did it.
I ate half of a maple glazed donut. I know it won’t sit well with me, and I will regret it very soon with a stomach ache, but I ate it anyway.
Because sometimes I just want something that is not good for me.
It’s not a matter of lacking discipline or having decision fatigue. Although sometimes that happens, it isn’t the case on this particular occasion. I ate it, because I didn’t feel good. And when I don’t feel good, I want two things: soup and something that isn’t good for me. Tonight I had both.
I’m rather irrational when I’m under the weather. And whiny. And just downright cranky.
Eating the donut is not the cure all, and my rational self knows this all too well. Sometimes, though, I think it’s okay to drop my guard, because I know I won’t suddenly start eating every sweet in sight.
We all need to know what we can and can’t do. I know that I can eat things like this, my stomach rebels, and then I’m good. I don’t like the way it makes me feel overall, but sometimes I just need a reminder.
This half donut was my reminder that sometimes it’s simply okay. No regrets. No excuses. Just enjoy the deliciousness and move on.