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Early this morning before the birds began chirping I drove my 15 year old
to his swim practice. The sun was barely peaking out from the horizon along
the ocean shore. Top down, hair blowing we were soaking it all in, until
all of a sudden I got this tremendous whiff of something familiar. Doughnuts!
I began to ponder over doughnuts. When I was little my mom would often come
home with the baker’s dozen. I remember the anxious giddy feeling I would
get anticipating a long john with its delicate cream in the center. I would
eat half and feel nice and woozy. Since then, as I grew older and older
it took more to get that feeling. At one point before I realized my food
addiction I would eat the entire bakers dozen before I would get that same
sensation. As we drove on this morning I smiled to myself realizing once
an addict always and addict but at this juncture in my life I just think
about it rather than indulge.
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