Yesterday morning found me on the road to the Piggly Wiggly deli to get some fresh link sausage. That’s some fierce eating right there. In all likelihood it shouldn’t be on my diet list, but what the hay. I take my cholesterol medication. It works in my favor. All I need do is give it something to fight. Right?!
When I got up to the register there before it was four stacks of those turnover looking pies you see in various packages from different bakeries. They had two stacks of apple, and one each of blackberry and peach. Guess what those things did to me. They made my hand shoot right out and grabbed a peach one. Then on my way to the register I go.
This morning I remembered my peach pie and stuck it in my lunch bag. And just now I had that hankerin’ for it. I slowly ate every crumb of it. Man, was it good. . . till I picked up the box to throw it in the trash and I saw on the nutritional facts. There it was. Four hundred calories with 150 from fat. But wait! Zero cholesterol. SAVED! Still there was that calorie count. Ugh. No exclamation point on that ugh. Just one of utter disgust.
When I was younger, that didn’t seem to matter, so why now at my age should I now have to endure to knowledge that I should not have devoured such a tantalizing treat?
Another reason to say that old age sucks.