There I was over the weekend sitting in the parking lot eating a scone in secrecy. How do these things happen? I just went to the store to pick up a few things that we needed for the week and I passed by that bakery section. There it sat on one of those displays that always seem to get in your way in the middle of the isle, in a single package and seemed to glow. Without thinking I picked it up and placed it in my cart. What harm could it do? It’s just one scone. Anyone who knows me also knows that I have always had a certain weakness for scones.
I finished up my shopping and went through the checkout and was soon heading back to my car in the parking lot. I placed my packages in the back seat and once again noticed that scone. It was sitting at the top of the bag and my thoughts quickly turned to negative thoughts about bringing that sugar laden beauty into my home. I am the guy who is winning the war on Type II Diabetes. What would my wife have to say about that scone? Not good.
I pulled that little box with the plastic glass window out of the bag and brought it with me to the front seat. I placed it on the passenger seat as I started the car. I turned and looked down at it then looked all around me to see it there was anyone watching like a drug addict waiting the opportunity to get their fix. I saw no one and quickly opened that box and took the first bite. Oh, it was like heaven as I felt the sugar rush over my tongue. I felt the evil permeating from this little pastry, but I didn’t care. It is moments like this that certainly make life worth living. A few cars pulled up around me as I was just about halfway through eating my scone. I waited for them to get out of there cars and walk to the store before I indulged in the final bites of glory. They seemed to have been sitting in there cars forever and I felt like some were staring at me and just waiting for me to take that next bite. It would certainly give them the opportunity to criticize me for giving into this crazy sugar addiction. They soon got out of there cars and walked towards the store, but I noticed that there were still empty parking spaces available for others to pull up into. I finished that scone in two bites as crumbs fell to the floor of my car. Oh great, now I left traces of evidence behind. So I got out of my car and cleaned up as many crumbs as I could pick up, the rest I brushed under the front seat.
As I pulled into my driveway I looked into the mirror one more time to check for any icing around my mouth and brushed off my clothing one last time to make sure that there weren’t any cling ons that may have attached themselves to my shirt or pants. No, everything looks good. I walked into the house and announced that I was home. Yes, I was home with a new secret buried deep inside me. Yes, I got away with it! Woo Hoo!
But what was it that I got away with? A deep seated memory of 465 calories of bakery crack devoured in the dark recesses of a supermarket parking lot? The pain of living with this memory in the form of guilt is a form of punishment each time I sit down in the morning and look at my high blood sugars. No, I don’t need to answer the question why… Because I certainly do know why. Oh, surely the curse of that scone will live with me for an eternity.
I must unleash this curse, tell my wife about it and share it with the world. And this is why today I am writing about the Tale of a Scone.
Blood Sugar- 112, Weight- 180.2
Curls- 90/90- 17, 18, 15
Hammer Curls- 70/70- 18, 17, 16
Tricep Pulldown- 80/80- 21, 18, 14
Dips- 155/155- 25, 25, 24
6:30 AM- Breakfast- Cottage Cheese, Blueberries
9:30 AM- Protein Shake, Blueberries
12:30 PM- Lunch- Pork, Broccoli
6:30 PM- Dinner- Steak, Salad