I have a thyroid problem, because my immune system likes to pick on it. Like other people with autoimmune Hashimoto’s thyroiditis, I seem to be sensitive to gluten (and, sadly, coffee, which is molecularly similar to both gluten and thyroid tissue). So I avoid gluten, which happens to be present in just about every food I might tell you is delicious. Especially: donuts. Every so often I will spend $6 on a box of 6 frozen gluten-free donuts because I really, really miss donuts. They will always have a special place in my heart (and my thighs).
My husband bought donuts the other day, which he thoughtfully kept in the garage fridge so I wouldn’t have to see them. See donut, eat donut. Oh, you have will power? That must be so nice for you. For me, I’m going to try not to stack the deck against me and just not tempt myself with foods I shouldn’t eat. It’s hardest when something just sneaks up on you. You turn around, and hey! Donuts! So the addicted part of your brain jumps right in and convinces you to eat a donut before you even have a chance to remind yourself that you shouldn’t eat regular donuts. Which is exactly what happened when some asshole left a box of donuts sitting out on the counter when I was making the kids breakfast. They weren’t there, and then they were, as if by magic.
Delicious, thyroid-blasting magic.
And you know what? They didn’t even taste that good.
