I am smarter than a donut

As I was (finally) watching the Mish Vid on cravings, I started to wonder what all this fuss is about food.

I mean, it's just molecules of stuff, some yummy, some yucky, some healthy, some heartburn material . . . you get the drift.  But it's just foreign material that exists in space, and every day, we all select a teeny tiny portion (yes, even a 2 litre tub of Maggie Beer's best icecream barely registers as a microscopic dot compared to the whole entire universe) of that material that we call 'food' to pop into our mouths.

As a result, we can function as human beings.

But depending upon whether this food stuff is good or evil, it performs a magic act on our insides (like making our eyes bright, our skin clear and our arteries clutter-free), or alternatively, curses us with thunder thighs and jelly bellies.

So why do we eat the donuts?  Are they possibly not inanimate objects at all, but baddies conspiring to make us fat?

Why don't we just eat pineapple instead?

I love myself too much to let a donut outsmart me.  I will ingest those forces of evil no more.  I choose to only pick out the best that the universe has to offer into my (thankfully changing, albeit slowly!) body.

I'm tempted to write, 'My Body is my Temple' but that's quite wrong on so many levels and that's a conversation better had over a few drinks (I'm thinking dry martini - minimum calories, maximum punch) than a blog.

All that need be said is that I am smarter than a donut.