There I was having lunch with a friend and – after choking down a lunch salad and wondering why I passed on the burger and fries – the server came over and asked us if we wanted dessert. As with all desserts they looked delicious. Well, we KNEW better than to order one. He might as well as bring them over with a roll of duct tape so we can apply the dessert directly to bellies or hips rather than go through the whole torture of ‘guilting’ ourselves and have them end up there in the first place. Come on, dessert? Of course we WANT dessert, but we’ve spent the better part of our lives NOT eating desserts because we know what it’s going to do to our waistlines. ARGH!!!
Servers seem to know they’re torturing us when they come offering desserts. It’s in the glint in their eyes. They get their own little special revenge on us for having to bring us our food by tempting us with desserts they KNOW have a million calories in them. There must be a special ‘evil’ in servers that drives them to insanity. They seem to enjoy tempting us that way. They come to the table and offer us something they KNOW we want and then watch us squirm trying to wrestle with whether or not we can order one. Maybe if we split it…
It was on the way home I asked the question I should have asked at the table. Why NOT have the dessert? I exercise regularly, I get my physicals like I’m supposed to, I’m not in immanent danger of dying (that I know of) and a dessert once in awhile is a good idea. I think I can fight down the calories!! Just because I’m getting older doesn’t mean I can’t fight down the calories of a dessert as well as a youngster!!!
And then there was the REAL personal revelation. What am I saving myself for? Age has taken care of that 34-inch waistline. Years of work and the inability to get out there and work out have taken away the pecs, abs and biceps of steel. No matter what I eat I’m not going to get more hair on my head. No, I’m not advocating losing my mind and eating everything that comes across the lunch counter and gaining 200 pounds, but a dessert once in awhile is something we need to savor. For all I know I could be wrong about immanent death and look what I would miss. And for what?? It’s not like I’m going to be dancing in the strip clubs anytime soon. No one puts dollar bills in the thong of a man my age – trust me. Life is too short to give up the treats. We’ve all live too long and hard not to reward ourselves a little. If it doesn’t threaten my life, it’s time to go for it…
Servers seem to know they’re torturing us when they come offering desserts. It’s in the glint in their eyes. They get their own little special revenge on us for having to bring us our food by tempting us with desserts they KNOW have a million calories in them. There must be a special ‘evil’ in servers that drives them to insanity. They seem to enjoy tempting us that way. They come to the table and offer us something they KNOW we want and then watch us squirm trying to wrestle with whether or not we can order one. Maybe if we split it…
It was on the way home I asked the question I should have asked at the table. Why NOT have the dessert? I exercise regularly, I get my physicals like I’m supposed to, I’m not in immanent danger of dying (that I know of) and a dessert once in awhile is a good idea. I think I can fight down the calories!! Just because I’m getting older doesn’t mean I can’t fight down the calories of a dessert as well as a youngster!!!
And then there was the REAL personal revelation. What am I saving myself for? Age has taken care of that 34-inch waistline. Years of work and the inability to get out there and work out have taken away the pecs, abs and biceps of steel. No matter what I eat I’m not going to get more hair on my head. No, I’m not advocating losing my mind and eating everything that comes across the lunch counter and gaining 200 pounds, but a dessert once in awhile is something we need to savor. For all I know I could be wrong about immanent death and look what I would miss. And for what?? It’s not like I’m going to be dancing in the strip clubs anytime soon. No one puts dollar bills in the thong of a man my age – trust me. Life is too short to give up the treats. We’ve all live too long and hard not to reward ourselves a little. If it doesn’t threaten my life, it’s time to go for it…
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