I left my son at home to represent my daughter at a meeting about an art competition. She was out of town. I normally won't even look at donuts while in the presence of my son. It's not that, as a Type 1 Diabetic, he can't eat them. He can - with a good amount of insulin for dessert. It's just not the best choice for him. He's into quantity more than quality these days. But there it was in front of me - free donuts and hot coffee. And - no one was watching.
My mother saw this photo on Facebook and asked, "Is that a donut?" and I cheekily responded that it was a low carb protein bar. One day, with my genetics, I'll have to just do coffee. But for now, I will occasionally "cheat". Overall, I eat lower carb meals. But boy, was that donut good! It will have to last me for a long while.
I congratulated myself that I had only one. The lady beside me of similar age had a donut and what looked like some kind of long flattened donut covered in sugar. I sat smugly. See, I made a wise choice (cough).
It was interesting being in the downtown office building, me in my jeans, walking past women in their power suits, coffee in one hand, leather-bound notepads in the crook of their arms. I could have been like them, I told myself. It's funny how after twenty four years as a stay-at-home mom, that occasionally have a twinge to my self-esteem. I could feel the power attitude in the hall. They were important. Then I shook my head. So am I. I am a pancreas today. And I headed home to my job.
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