I think I cured my sweet tooth
Yesterday afternoon I consumed a Bavarian Crème Bismark doughnut from Top Pot Hand-Forged doughnuts in Seattle.
I can’t find a picture of the specific doughnut, but it was the plumpest, sweetest doughnut I have ever consumed. The dang doughnut was filled with Bavarian Creme.
And I ate the whole thing.
It turned out to be my mid-afternoon snack and my dinner.
When I got home from work, I drank about a gallon of ice cold water.
The sweetness in my mouth was sickening, and my stomach did flip-flops all night long.
My stomach was talking to me, well yelling actually, “What the ‘f’ do you think you’re doing to us, bitch? We can’t eat like that anymore. I’ll teach you not to eat like that, bitch, because I’m going to keep you up all night long. And now, you are MY bitch, because I’m gonna make you pay for this.”
Well, stomach was partly wrong.
I slept, but had some really weird dreams.
Aliens chased me, a college instructor I didn’t like showed up in my dreams, only he was part donkey.
So, at least for now, no sweets.
I hope I’m cured forever, you know, of my sweet lust.
I couldn’t get that lucky.
n.b., I’m feeling a lot better today, after walking in the crisp cool Seattle air, to and from an appointment at work today.