January 1, 1991. That was the date of my last doughnut. After I ate that doughnut I told myself that since they are so bad for me, my next doughnut will be when I turned 80. After about 10 years I thought that was a little too extreme. So I moved the date to when I was pregnant (I'm not). As time is going by and my chances of having a family are getting slim, I moved the date to when I was 40.
The more and more I thought of it, I keep moving the date but what if I don't have a family? What if I don't turn 40? I took this as a sign of God (yes, he likes doughnuts too:). I should live the moment,
seize the day, have a damn doughnut.
My first choice was a chocolate filled. Many
Dunkin Donuts don't have them but I do know the one down the street occasionally do. Unfortunately, they didn't have them. W being the best husband in the world, fed into my
delusion and suggested we try another one. So, back in the car and off to
Bellingham we go. They didn't have it either.
Is this another sign?
Yes!
Life doesn't always go according to plan. Suck it up and move on.
I choose a glazed doughnut. After eating it, I choose well.
Will I have another doughnut when I hit a milestone? YES! Will I have one in between? - Maybe but when that day comes and I feel like having a doughnut, instead of making excuses, I will seize the day.