The other day I was feeling rather depressed. I needed comfort and all I could think about was the delicious taste of Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. Those sweet confections have been the food most missed since I started eating grain free.
Doughnuts from Krispy Kreme can make me quite crazed.
So I gave into the feeling of depression and ate some doughnuts.
Actually I ate six warm and soft doughnuts.
I snarfed them so fast.
(hanging my head down in shame)
I immediately got a headache and was so sick in my stomach that I wanted to puke.
The next morning, my face was broken out with a rash and my joints slightly ached. I told myself that I deserved it and so I kept my mouth shut and didn’t complain.
But the confession doesn’t end there.
Yes, it gets worse.
I went to the theater Saturday and saw Liam Neeson in the movie, “Non-Stop.” EVERY food and drink item sold at the movies has grain in it except the bottles of water. Of course, I was very bad because I reached into a popcorn bag and ate many mouthfuls!
(hanging my head further down in shame)
Now my neck is broke out in a rash, I’m sick in my stomach AND all my joints are swollen and ache. I won’t even tell you about my headache.
Yes, it is all my fault. I have no one to blame for my miserable physical discomfort except for myself.
Burying my depression in a box of doughnuts and a bag of popcorn isn’t as bad as escaping from reality by drowning in alcohol or drugs. But not coping in a healthy manner is still not a great way to handle it and I know that these food items wreak havoc on my body.
Doing this is what you can call stupidity or insanity. I’m not sure which is worse.
I’ve confessed and given myself a swift kick in the rear. Hopefully I won’t make such poor choices next time. Sunday, while I’m on a day trip south, I will drink a ton of water to get the toxins out of my body which means I will need to make far too many stops during a relatively short drive. Plus, I have to try to hide my rash and not scratch it.
If anyone asks how I got the rash, I think I’ll just say that I was necking and his beard and mustache caused it. THAT sounds like a whole lot more fun than, “I ate doughnuts.”
Is necking or doughnuts better as a pick me up when I’m depressed?
Ha! Do you really need me to answer that question?
Hears my neck. Go for it.
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