Everyone has their inner demons. Now that the booze is locked up while I connect with Lewis & Clark's suffering of 200 years ago I sometimes find myself in a weak moment. Not for whiskey, wine or beer. My weakness, and this is very bad for a diabetic, is pastries. I love 'em, crave 'em and need 'em. But they're very bad for me. Sometimes I justify my indulgence with "Oh, I'll run it off." And many times I do. But still I better watch it. But lately the blood sugar numbers have been very good -- 126 this morning and 116 tonight.
What do you call those pastries that look like a big 4-leaf clover and each part has a different filling? One could be strawberry, apple, lemon or pineapple. That's my biggest weakness and why I must run the Red Rock loop so often.
Well it's the weekend (for me) and you know what that means -- lot's of running and yoga. Friday night at Red Rock there's a yoga class under the stars (flashlight required) and Saturday I'm in another 5k race. Gotta burn that pastry fuel.
1 comment:
I love them too,Tim Hortons for me.Hard to pass one by.Chocolate topping with bannana cream filling.Hope they can be found in Alaska.Ummm good.
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