Filed under: Life in general
I was walking home this evening– another late night with my computer. After a full day of dietary indiscretion, I still had a hankering for something else. Something sweet, possibly something made with chocolate. What is it about stress that makes me want to wolf down a gigantic pan of brownies? Does the sugar provide such euphoria that I’m willing to forsake all my efforts to maintain some level of fitness?
Well…yes, actually.
I’ve run out of my favorite whole bean coffee; instead of picking up a more or less acceptable alternative at the local grocery store, I picked up Taster’s Choice, which I’m proud to report, is actually not so bad. Particularly when one adulterates it with milk and sugar as I do. Along with my instant coffee (which provided the useful excuse to enter said local grocery store), I purchased a brown sugar and cinnamon pop-tart. It doesn’t contain chocolate, but when I bit into it, I was gripped with nostalgia. I remember sitting in my freshman dorm room, starting an essay for English class at 5am the morning it was due at 5pm, pop tart in hand. Suffice it to say, I did not do so well in English 101, but I did enjoy many, many brown sugar & cinnamon pop tarts.
