For I am already being poured out as a drink offering…
2 Timothy 4:6
One of my coworkers, seeing me eating my free Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream Cone, immediately asked to see the box. She immediately turned it to the Nutrition Information and GROANED. Loudly. At my choice of ice cream, because (I am confident this elicited her groan) she read that it contains 380 calories, 180 of which come from fat.
This groan pissed me off and I wanted to smack her for it, because it drove all the deliciousness from my tongue and left me tasting only the bitter ashes of guilt (despite the six miles I rode in to work and the six miles I will ride back tonight, because I just read online that of course biking is nothing compared to running for a workout). If I can’t enjoy a freaking ice cream cone without condemnation and the resulting guilt, what can I enjoy? A plain rice cake?!
[Update 4:50]: One thing I appreciate about work, though: People hold doors here for you. Even when I could perfectly easily open the door for myself, they still hold the door. And when my hands are clearly full, or I have the cart to do a shuttle run, they go out of their way to make sure doors hinder me as little as possible.