Oy vey.
As a reward and celebration of my team's collecting provisions for 42 underprivileged families to have a full Thanksgiving dinner, we brought in Mrs Yoder's Donut Truck (https://m.facebook.com/mrsyoderskitchen?refsrc=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fmrsyoderskitchen) for homemade fresh donuts. I've never had a Mrs Yoder donut because the lines are too long when I see her at the Farmer's market, but she's quite legendary here in the river city. Have I mentioned how much I love and dream of donuts? Favorite sweet, hands down.
I did well this morning. Deleted the calendar invite from my 9am slot and forgot about it. In the middle of our team all hands though, eleven extra boxes were brought in. Managed to avoid them for the two hours we were in that room. The leftovers were then brought to the big communal room several of us sit in. Donuts are literally following me around today. The sweet smell is painfully surrounding me each time I return to my desk. To quote Homer Simpson, "Mmmmmmm... Donuts."
I'm finding it much harder this afternoon to ignore them than this morning. I'm gnashing my teeth on the broccoli, carrots, tomatoes, and sugar snap peas I brought with me from home. Not quite hitting the spot.
This brings to mind something I've read a few times about willpower. It's not something you are or are not born with - it's more like a muscle that both fatigues and can be built. It's easier to be strong early in the day, but after exercising willpower all day, gets harder and harder with each passing hour. Ugh.
On the flip side, I'm wearing a skirt today that didn't fit last week. Wheee!!
Posts
