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I Ride 120 Miles a Week in the Off-season and I still Have to Pass on a Donut in the Morning

February 2018
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I walk into the gas station for a cup of coffee to sip on for the trip to the office… and there it sits, looming in the corner, whispering sweet nothings at me – it’s the donut display.

Of course it’s not whispering anything to me, the donut display case, because donut display cases don’t whisper.  They don’t talk, they don’t wink, they don’t do anything humans do.  They just sit there and, with those beautiful rolled and deep-fried pieces of sugar-coated chunks of goodness, look good.

The whispering and temptation are all in my melon.

And you’d think, after all of this time, after all of the years, the thousands of posts, millions of words, 45,259 miles, the diets to stay at my riding weight… you’d think it’d get easier, right?

But do you think it’s easier or harder to walk by the donut display in the morning without reaching in and grabbing a cruller after all of that?  At this point, who really cares?  It is what it is.

As I get older, it’s almost comical how much more careful I have to be with my diet – it also doesn’t help that my daughter and I have become Food Network junkies and actually try recipes now…  Eating boring food isn’t such a big deal, but when food becomes vibrant, excellent, even restaurant quality at times… well, pushing away from the table becomes a little trickier – especially when you take into account my ridiculously active lifestyle.

Still, as the saying goes, “you gotta dance with the chick who brung ya” (actually it’s a bit more crass than that, but you get the idea).

Things could be worse, though.  Taken in context, this little problem isn’t even a blip on the screen.  I’ll walk into the gas station this morning, plop my buck on the counter and walk out with my cup of coffee – and maybe I’ll flip the bird to that donut display.  One thing is for certain, I’ll be walking out without a cruller.

No matter how crazy life is, mine is still really awesome, and being fat would make it suck a whole lot.  It doesn’t get any easier, I just have more to lose…

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14 Comments

  1. kenyata1 says:

    Although the donuts don’t talk, the call you anyway! Good job on walking away! Mountain Dew calls me. I have enlisted the children to help me stay away from it. If I buy it they get to have it!

  2. saoirsek says:

    Oh my God, we ate chocolate in bed this morning…going for a swim now though🙂

  3. Sheree says:

    Oh no, the allure of the donut! There was a cake shop in my local shopping centre that made and sold the most wonderful custard filled donuts. Fortunately this was only once a week, on Fridays. Sadly, the shop changed hands and the new proprietor doesn’t do donuts. Temptation removed in one fell swoop.

  4. ericritter65 says:

    I don’t ride as much, but do work out 4-5 days a week, a donut here or there isn’t bothering me! I’ve have one for you today!! 🙂

  5. Old men and donuts should never be friendly. Say no to the dough.

  6. HR brought in donuts today for VD. I don’t love that fact.

  7. Sitting here eating a few mini choc Easter eggs. They were calling my name, man! I’ll stop at half a dozen I promise…

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