I’m standing on line for the bus. It’s 6:30 PM. I’m tired, it’s hot. And the line’s not moving. I’m right outside a Mrs. Field’s cookie shop. The aroma’s calling to me:
Come in, get a cookie.
Maybe it’s because I’m hungry, or it’s that time of the month, or simply because they smell so _____ good that I desperately want one right now. Well, actually, I don’t just want one cookie. I want at least 3 or 4, still warm with gooey chips, and an ice cold glass of skim milk.
But I’m headed to an Indian cooking class and I know what we’re making is going to be loaded with POINTS (not to mention the fact that if I get out of line, I’ll lose my spot and I don’t want to miss the samosa-making demonstration).
So I’m going to say NO and breathe in real deep to ‘inhale’ that cookie instead. Ahhhh, amazing. Now, exhale, nice and slow.
Oops, line moving, walking to my gate. Smell dissipating. Fresh cilantro chutney, here I come!
Leslie Fink, MS, RD