3 o’clock. The witching hour. The time at work when I desperately need a snack.

Today was no different. I went prowling. Then, I saw this…

The most delicious quarter of a leftover doughnut that my eyes had ever seen.

Okay, hold onto something… plot twist. I actually summoned something from deep inside me. I walked away. I actually did it. I resisted temptation. I left the quarter doughnut.

I could claim that I didn’t want it, but I did. I could claim that I passed on it, because it looked so sad and worn out. It did, but no, really, I actually dug deep and resisted the temptation. Okay and yes, it made it a little easier, because that quarter doughnut had seen better days.