Oh, the Humanity!

I was on my way to the local hospital where I volunteer on Sunday mornings when I came upon a horrific scene! It was…gasp…an entire box of Sweet Shop donuts strewn across McKenzie Road. All the other motorists were avoiding it, probably thinking it was potentially tire-damaging debris in the road, but not me. I knew from 100 yards away that it was an upside down donut box.

Now for many people this wouldn’t be such a big deal. They might just feel pity for the poor guy who lost a few dollars’ worth of donuts and his disappointed family, right?

But for me, a recovering “food-aholic”, this unfortunate accident triggered a cacophony of thoughts.

In a split second my mind began racing: “That donut box must have slid off the roof of someone’s car. I bet there were some caramel maple ones with nuts, my favorite! There’s a chocolate one! Maybe it has crème filling. So yummy! The rest of the box looks pretty much intact. Hmmmmm. If they haven’t hit the pavement, they’re probably still good! I could jam on my brakes, back up, and probably save a few of them. It’s early on a Sunday morning; who’s going to see me?”

I caught myself, then laughed, and thanked my mind for being so creative.

It is so true what “they” say about bariatric surgery: They don’t operate on our brains!

This near-disaster reminded me why I’m so glad that I’ve invested the time and energy getting help dealing with all of the psychological reasons I eat. If I hadn’t I’d be just one tragic donut box away from where I started.

Oh, the humanity!