First World Problems

I didn’t eat any of the giant, chocolate sheet cake…the one somebody so generously left in the teacher workroom yesterday.

I didn’t indulge in the ooey, gooey, dark chocolate Ghiradelli brownies a certain someone made at home, either. Or the rest of the carrot cake with cream cheese frosting (my favorite, by the way).

In fact, I haven’t had any sweets since last Saturday, when I ate just one (ginormous) piece of that yummy carrot cake.

Shouldn’t I get extra credit for that?

And, now, heaven help me, today is food day…the day when all my colleagues bring their most enticing desserts (and the cinnamon crunch bagels with the hazelnut cream cheese from Panera!) to share.

Sometimes I can handle the cravings, no problem. But there are some days when resisting these treats feels almost painful, like I imagine it feels when a smoker is trying to quit cigarettes.

If this was just about weight, I wouldn’t worry about the barrage of sugar. But my overworked pancreas (and my doctor) wouldn’t appreciate it. So today, even if Little Johnny decides to stop, drop and roll out the door again (landing at the feet of another teacher waiting across the hall for her class to come out of music, thereby embarrassing the crap out of me), I will limit myself to one (reasonably-sized) dessert. Just one.

And I’m publishing it here for the whole (Medium) world to see, because I’m weak, and require some accountability.

♪♫ No sugar tonight in my coffee
No sugar tonight in my tea
No sugar to stand beside me
No sugar to run with me ♫♪

(Lyrics by The Guess Who)