Superman has his, I have mine

The Man of Steel himself falls to kryptonite (of which there are actually 18 varities....don't feel like dying by green? try the pink!).






In the same way, I crumble under the heavy weight of an evil, evil power - the donut.

As a competitive distance runner, I quite carefully monitor the foods which enter into my body. The basic premise "Garbage In, Garbage Out" often guides the choices in my diet. After consuming high-quality fuel for a long enough period of time the body actually adjusts. For example, while pizza still tastes great eating an over abundance of slices (6-7, which used to be a norm) leaves my body in a general malaise. Vice versa, consistent intake of fruits and vegetables (and yes, the occasional bowl of glummy, glurpy oatmeal) translates into consistent chipperness. As a result I've learned to avoid certain foods for the sake of just feeling good.
Sadly I have yet to conquer The Donut. The mere thought of bleached, fried dough topped with crisp sugar sends my synapses wildly firing in twenty directions which morphs my brain into its basic, carnal mode. I am consumed by The Donut. Like Aladdin after the lamp, the rest of the world quiets out while the smell and feel intensify. Upon holding The Donut the clouds part and holy sun and song break from heavenly realms edifying the glorious food.