Food of the Gods...

One thing most people learn about me very early on is that I am not a morning person. In fact, I'm not even really human before noon. My husband and my son are morning people. The kind of people who wake and rise with the sun, exuberantly active and ready to seize the day. I much prefer to sneak up on my day, preferably from the cozy comfort of my bed. But even after I'm "up," it may take several hours for my consciousness to begin to register my surroundings. So occasionally, my husband will try and entice me out of my stupor, and his weapon of choice?

Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Glazed chocolate iced. Oh yeah. And in my household of organic when I can get it, no-sugar-added, low-carb and low-fat....well concessions are made for the heavenly manna that is Krispy Kreme......Food of the Gods.

Seriously. No God could possibly expect mere mortals to resist the warm, gooey, goodness that is a Krispy Kreme doughnut. That would just be cruel.

So on those days that my husband waves a warm Krispy Kreme under my nose to coax me out of my walking coma, I mightily stagger up through the waves of semi-consciousness to scarf down one....or three.....along with my bowl of coffee. And afterwards, though I'm not entirely inhabiting the land of the living yet, I can at least function and join whatever plan we've made for the day......until the guilt sets in.

Then I have to go work out to pay pennance for my transgression. And I may just work out five or ten extra minutes....you know, to make up for the Krispy Kreme I'm going to eat as a snack while I'm cooling down from the work out.....

Okay, you're right. I wouldn't seriously work out and then eat another doughnut......I'll skip the workout until tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day......