I don’t eat doughnuts.
Or Donuts, as the Americans spell them.
My reasons are quite logical.
You see, one of my aims in life is to have a consistently healthy body and my relationship with doughnuts is highly toxic.
A typical doughnut with chocolate filling contains 452 calories.
I am yet to find a human with so much will power as to resist eating more than a one at a time. Well, I’m not that human.
I pondered for months about my doughnut intake and when Dunkin’ Donuts came to London, I knew the situation was critical. (The Americans! They still spelt it their own way.)
Doughnuts were the kryptonite to my beach compliant body.
So I applied the sound theory of microeconomics: opportunity cost. What was I willing to substitute for the loss of the pleasure that doughnuts bring?
Hear me out.
My love affair with doughnuts is a mere calorific indulgence.
I enjoy Snickers but can’t have more than a bar at a time. All that chewing is really not worth the effort expended on a second helping.
A bar is 215 calories and there’s no temptation to eat another. I can easily burn that off in my HIIT season. Talk about a win-win situation!
Sometimes I miss doughnuts; but when I remember how long it takes to get all that gooey goodness out of my system, I keep my head up and say to myself: “Self, you’ve got this”.