As for eating goals...

I swear, I jinx myself by saying things are going well.

I in no way take my patients' generosity for granted. It's lovely of them to offer us things, and I really do appreciate the consideration and the thought. The unfortunate thing is that their generosity veers in the direction of food "treats". And you can rest assured that, as with most people, "treats" doesn't mean fruits and veggies. 

This morning a patient arrived with chocolate cupcakes iced with vanilla frosting and topped with sugar snowflakes. She baked them for us! I thanked her very nicely and put them in the office.

Then my student's clinic coordinator arrived for a midterm check, and brought us a pound of Belgian chocolates and a pound of peppermint bark. I thanked her and put them behind me while we discussed my student, out of my line of sight in the office.

Then a patient arrived with 4 gourmet chocolate-caramel-nut covered apples from Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. I thanked her and put them in the office.

Then a patient brought us "candy canes" filled with Hershey's Kisses and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. I opened those and poured them into a small bucket by the sign-in sheet, so people can help themselves.

Then my husband texted me a picture from his business trip to Portland. He explained that he was going to check his carry-on because he had acquired a new carry on: a huge pink box from Voodoo Doughnuts.

The cupcake I gave away. The chocolate I gave away. The apple I'm saving to see if my husband wants it. The doughnuts...I honestly don't know. A bite of each? Pick one and enjoy it and get right back on track? Ignore them and throw my husband's gift right back in his face? The chocolates and the apple were easy--I looked at them and thought, "If I wanted to I could go straight to the store and buy this for myself at any time." Decision made. The doughnuts...yes, I can get doughnuts any time. No, I can't get Voodoo Doughnuts, and I'm not likely to be in Portland--I'm in San Diego, at the very bottom of California--anytime soon. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. So maybe...a bite of each doughnut I can't get around here? Ugh, I swear!

At any rate, whatever I decide, I know the next step: right back on track. I already have the meals cooked.