I've detailed out my "Fitness Challenge" over the past few posts, but it would be remiss of me to not mention a huge problem that comes from it -- junk food. While I try to generally eat "healthy", some fast food or candy or pastries or other fantastical confections sneak in from time to time. When I started this challenge, I tried to make an effort to eliminate the excess minus a weekly cheat meal (or day) and special occasions.
Unfortunately, the result was that I would end up standing in the bakery section of Albertson's wistfully looking at the chocolate chip cookies and cinnamon rolls neatly packaged and arranged, ready to be taken home and devoured. For fifteen minutes. If this was anywhere but a grocery store, employees would probably think me suspicious and wonder if I was casing the joint, plotting how to get the goods and escape. But no, I was simply wandering around the small section multiple times imagining what it would be like to take that chocolate cake home and plant my face into it. Luckily each time this happened (and believe me, this was not an isolated incident) I had enough will power to not give in to the evil deliciousness and continue on my way to pickup some yogurt.
This all came crashing down yesterday when I joined two of my friends, Anne and Hilary, for dinner. Originally slated to go to a ramen place, I was surprised when I was told we were going to make a detour to a bakery -- in Mill Creek. For those geographically unaware, Mill Creek is north of Seattle. Thirty minutes north. A hour round trip for doughnuts that apparently had gotten a really high rating on yelp.com. I guess this is what I get for being a little late to a meeting with two foodies who had extra time to discover things on that site. So up I-5 we went pulling into a town center and finding the shop, Frost Doughnuts, forty minutes before they closed. I didn't realize how much trouble I was in until I walked into the door and spotted what they had sitting in a glass enclosure -- some of the most beautiful doughnuts I had ever seen in my life.
I thought to myself, "OK, you're in Mill Creek on your cheat day, just choose one or two of the best looking ones and be on your way." Unfortunately my two friends in front of me each got a half dozen due to getting a discount on picking out that number. Now I was worried. I knew that prudently I should just pick the two and be done, but my inner Asian was screaming at me to make the most cost effective deal (in addition to the peer pressure). So despite knowing that I would only eat maybe one of the doughnuts, I ended up with a matching large brown box to take home.
I will also add that due to series of chance events, we ended up leaving the Mill Creek town center with an additional 18 Top Pot doughnuts. We had three dozen doughnuts between three people. I'm not sure if I could literarily describe the level of disgust I had (and still have) over the whole incident, but I guess it makes for a good story. For those wondering, of my half dozen I was able to pawn one off onto Anne, one to each of my parents, eaten half of one, and a quarter of another. The question becomes whether the rest ends up in my stomach, or in the back of one of those large lime green garbage trucks I see every day...
Oh, and we ended up not going to the ramen place. I figured if we were up so far north we should try something up there and ended up at a highly recommended Thai restaurant called Thai Rhapsody. The place was very snazzy and clean, and as customary with all Thai restaurants I go to for the first time, I ordered the Phad Thai and would consider it pretty, pretty good. Thai Tom on the Ave still takes the cake (doughnut?) though for top spot.
Unfortunately, the result was that I would end up standing in the bakery section of Albertson's wistfully looking at the chocolate chip cookies and cinnamon rolls neatly packaged and arranged, ready to be taken home and devoured. For fifteen minutes. If this was anywhere but a grocery store, employees would probably think me suspicious and wonder if I was casing the joint, plotting how to get the goods and escape. But no, I was simply wandering around the small section multiple times imagining what it would be like to take that chocolate cake home and plant my face into it. Luckily each time this happened (and believe me, this was not an isolated incident) I had enough will power to not give in to the evil deliciousness and continue on my way to pickup some yogurt.
This all came crashing down yesterday when I joined two of my friends, Anne and Hilary, for dinner. Originally slated to go to a ramen place, I was surprised when I was told we were going to make a detour to a bakery -- in Mill Creek. For those geographically unaware, Mill Creek is north of Seattle. Thirty minutes north. A hour round trip for doughnuts that apparently had gotten a really high rating on yelp.com. I guess this is what I get for being a little late to a meeting with two foodies who had extra time to discover things on that site. So up I-5 we went pulling into a town center and finding the shop, Frost Doughnuts, forty minutes before they closed. I didn't realize how much trouble I was in until I walked into the door and spotted what they had sitting in a glass enclosure -- some of the most beautiful doughnuts I had ever seen in my life.
I thought to myself, "OK, you're in Mill Creek on your cheat day, just choose one or two of the best looking ones and be on your way." Unfortunately my two friends in front of me each got a half dozen due to getting a discount on picking out that number. Now I was worried. I knew that prudently I should just pick the two and be done, but my inner Asian was screaming at me to make the most cost effective deal (in addition to the peer pressure). So despite knowing that I would only eat maybe one of the doughnuts, I ended up with a matching large brown box to take home.
I will also add that due to series of chance events, we ended up leaving the Mill Creek town center with an additional 18 Top Pot doughnuts. We had three dozen doughnuts between three people. I'm not sure if I could literarily describe the level of disgust I had (and still have) over the whole incident, but I guess it makes for a good story. For those wondering, of my half dozen I was able to pawn one off onto Anne, one to each of my parents, eaten half of one, and a quarter of another. The question becomes whether the rest ends up in my stomach, or in the back of one of those large lime green garbage trucks I see every day...
Oh, and we ended up not going to the ramen place. I figured if we were up so far north we should try something up there and ended up at a highly recommended Thai restaurant called Thai Rhapsody. The place was very snazzy and clean, and as customary with all Thai restaurants I go to for the first time, I ordered the Phad Thai and would consider it pretty, pretty good. Thai Tom on the Ave still takes the cake (doughnut?) though for top spot.
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