Live to Eat? Or Eat to Live

Speaking of cookies. . . .

Socrates once counseled “thou should eat to live – not live to eat.”  As I have gotten older, I’ve become more careful about what I ingest into my body. I love movie theater popcorn, potato chips, corn curls, Baby Ruths, Oreos, Chuckles (yes Chuckles) and Sun Chips.  However, truth be told, you can probably count on one hand the times in the last year I have partaken of all of these.  Combined.  Well, maybe two hands.  The point is — despite my elan for such culinary temptations, I pay them no — or little — mind.  I mean what’s the big deal with dieting?  Just have discipline.   When I bring something back to my desk for lunch while at work (which happens 3 or 4 days a week), it is always sans chips.  My sandwich is always a cappella.   I am strong.   Invincible.  During the day. . . .  

My downfall comes if I call home and Donna asks “Wanna go out for dinner?”  Sure.  My dinner will usually be staid.  Serious.  Perhaps a beet salad.  Salmon and vegetables.  But after plates are cleared, I begin to sweat. . . . . The server sashays over and smiles.  My heart races.   They ask in that enticing – come hither – way “Would you like dessertWe have chocolate gooey globs smothered with tubby tubs and whipped cream.  A la mode.  Covered with chocolate and caramel sauce.  With cookies on the side.”   My trembling hands, glazed look and perspiring brow tell the story.  Make mine a double.   

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