Beware: I'm calling this the "Donut Rant". If this offends you, stop reading now. It is a ball of rage and discontent!
Why do people in my workplace INSIST on bringing donuts in for every birthday, holiday, feel good feeling day, or any other excuse to bring in these tempting but totally HORRIBLE for you treats. I want to throw them away. I have this seething need to walk right in, grab the whole box, and have the whole office run at me in sheer panic from me throwing them in the trash container and dusting my hands off as I do it.
Now, understand. I get the fact everyone has the freedom of what we eat. But, when you know you have a coworker in your office who's battling caffeine withdraws and eating healthy again and she's on week 1, please... for the sake of that person, bring in some fresh fruit. And it is likely I will imagine fantasies of hitting you upside the head with a copy machine if the phrase "you can't deprive yourself of everything, eat, enjoy" comes out of someone's mouth one more time. I dare you... say it again.
Here's the thing, I don't hate donuts. I think donuts are super yummy. Which is the reason I do not want them within 15 feet of me. And it does not make me feel better in 20 minutes, when not only am I in a carb coma, but I am also so angry at myself that I didn't control myself... so now I eat more... because well, screw it, right? I've already totally destroyed my eating for the day, why not drink the pop, eat some chocolate, pour it over a bag of popcorn and just eat my feelings. Because that's what you're doing! You're making me eat my feelings.
I know what you're going to say: "Kim, you can't force your eating habits on others." And you know what, you're absolutely right... I can't... but let me tell you something -- I'm not sticking my health food next to their desk and saying "Try not to eat this". Would it kill anyone to have consideration for the fact we ALL should be eating better? A fruit salad? Parfaits for the whole office? Something! Everyone in my office knows (especially the person who keeps buying the donuts) that I'm trying to lose 110 lbs. Do you know how much 110 lbs is?
Say hello to 110 lbs! That's what it look like... that's how much weight is going to come off my body, a baby cow... I'm trying to lose a baby cow! I'm trying to lose your black lab, plus some. Doesn't that warrant at least a consideration for the fact you're placing this food within reach and then giving me excuses to eat it.
I'm not eating the donuts. I will also tell you that along side the donuts are cookies someone brought in yesterday, chips from last week from our taco bar we had, and also soda in the fridge with brownies. It's all those things... but the donuts broke the camel's back. But, you know what... I want to be part of the solution, not part of the problem. So instead of just complaining about it and sitting here in seething anger... I'm going to do something about it. Tomorrow, I'm bringing in apples. I'm going to put them in a pretty bowl and put them on the break room counter. Pretty, red, and fantastic for you. Then next week, I'm going to put down oranges. And every week I am going to take a stand against the donuts. Do you know why? Because I care about my coworkers... and if there is someone there, besides me, who wants the healthy choice at 2:00 pm crash time... I'm going to be there to help them.
Be part of the solution, not part of the problem.
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