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| Marla Hooch. Or me the last few weeks. |
Marla Hooch
is my spirit animal. Marla is from one of my favorite movies A League of their Own.
This is has
been me the last few weeks. Just staring at myself in the mirror going well
this is going to be as good as it gets.
Today I
just wanted a damn doughnut.
Just a
single white glazed doughnut with sprinkles on top.
Not asking
for a lot. Yet I knew the second I had one doughnut I would have to make sure
the white glazed didn’t feel lonely so I would have to make sure it had its
buddy old fashioned. Then to seal the foundation I would need a raspberry jelly
filled.
The weird thing is I don’t love doughnuts. I mean I’ve been brought up right if you have one and offer it to me I’m not going to say no…
But when I
hit doughnut craving stage I know my life is boarder line out of whack.
Cause
sometimes a doughnut isn’t a doughnut.
I’m more an
ice cream kind of guy.
When I was
sitting at my desk earlier today wondering who I could murder, convince, bribe
to get me one I knew I was entering the No-Carb-left behind zone. I view
bread-like carbs as nature’s way to physically protect us. My armor isn’t metal
its sourdough bread, cookies, cupcakes, pasta, basically anything that would
make a gluten intolerant person run in terror is what I use to protect myself.
Today I
stood strong.
Today I
admitted that what I was feeling was lack of confidence and security. I
admitted
I had to
hide my car keys.
But I didn’t
get a doughnut.
So
progress?
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