Speak up - I can't hear you over my food

I don't eat doughnuts. Actually I should say, I don't usually eat doughnuts. So, when I came home to find a fresh maple bar resting on my kitchen counter, I was underwhelmed. It was a treat from my in-laws, intended for my six year old as an after school snack. I was honestly indifferent to the existence of this pastry sitting in my kitchen.

And then, it spoke to me. It's true. First it was a whisper. "Hey there." Right then and there I should have turned and shouted "SHUT UP"...but I didn't. Moments later, like a pick up line in a bar, the doughnut said "It's been so long since we've seen each other. Come sit down, let's get re-acquainted." I'm such a sucker for a long lost friend.

My sweet toothless first grader has no idea what he missed. That tasty treat was gone before his dismissal bell even rang. So, where is the lie in all of this? Do you see it? Lie #9: I am powerless over food.

THE TRUTH IS...there were factors that precipitated the decision to give into the doughnut. Triggers lead up to the linguistics of lard and sugar. At that particular moment, I needed something - I was experiencing an unmet need. A void was needing to be filled and it just so happens that the maple bar was there when I needed it.

So, when you see me next week in the grocery store yelling at the cookie aisle "Shut up, already!", please stop and give me a hug. I need it.