Better to Laugh

A coworker was eating a cupcake at lunch, a white cake with a big mound of frosting. I looked at it longingly, but fought the urge to ask who brought in cupcakes. After all, they were store-bought, not homemade. After school, a teacher left the rest of the cupcakes in the break room for the taking. I heard her tell the custodian that he could take any that were left at the end of his shift. That made it easy, or easier, for me to leave them alone. Still, they looked good; I booked it for my classroom – out of sight, out of mind. A half an hour later, I  went through the break room to throw away a cup on my way out of the building. They were still there, taunting me! I told myself how yucky I would feel if I ate one, and that I was ready to eat a delicious meal with a friend. I made it out of the building without even a sniff of the sugary aroma.

This morning,  I was meeting some women friends from church at a conference. I was there early, the first one of our group…shocker, I know. There were buffet tables with pastries and coffee. At first I thought, “Yum!” Then I remembered pastries were an evil sugar. Bummer. The cool thing? I went into the sanctuary to save seats for our group and didn’t really mind missing out on the sweets. There is hope of a life without sugar and maybe even sugar cravings!