It couldn’t have come at a worse time.
Marge had heard I had been unwell and turned up with a box of donuts. My blood sugars had been raging of late and the doctor had warned me that too many highs could be disastrous for me.
So here I was confronted by a smiling neighbor, gift in hand and so concerned for my well fare that she thought a box of poison would be just the thing to cheer me up.
I smiled back, politeness was always my go too with my neighbours.
She meant well and I appreciated the gesture but I didn’t have the heart to tell her my situation.
I nibbled at one before putting it down saying I was feeling much like eating when in truth my body was craving the sugar hit.
She was okay with that and said she’d be going and I ushered her out the door.
I returned to find the donuts just where I had left them.
In temptations way.
I had to get rid of them as the desire to eat them was fast becoming overwhelming. Such a waste I thought.
Maybe one would be okay but I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist just one.
No, I picked them up and threw them into the backyard where the magpies had a right royal feast.
I felt pleased with myself for my actions and at the same time disappointed I hadn’t at least eaten one.
So, it was back to bland for me as I cut up some low-fat cheese and got out the low salt low carb crackers.
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