Sweet beginning

Okay here goes. My life goes on display today. It is Tuesday, 8 in the morning, and I'm at the office.

I normally do not come into work this early. I've had a lot on my mind these past few days and it has made its way into my sleep realm. So rather than wrinkle my bedsheets any further, I decided to get out of bed to catch an early start.

On the way to work, I made my routine stop to the doughnut shop and got my usual - two sugar-twistee doughnuts, a small hazelnut coffee, and a napkin in case of any nasty car spills.

Because my car does not have a cup holder, I normally have to wedge my coffee between the driver's seat and the door. As a precaution, I normally take a few sips of my coffee before entering my car to lower the danger of driving with coffee.

I swerved my way out of accidents with one hand and entertained my stomach with my other. After I finished my first doughnut, I took a sip of coffee. My coffee tasted sweet after my first doughtnut, which was not a good thing.

I've been trying to trick myself into reducing my sugar intake over the past couple of weeks. I've cut down quite a bit actually over the past one year. I used to drink my tall glass of ice tea with 24 packs of sugar and used to have to peel open 8 packs at a time if I didn't want to spend my entire day opening sugar packets.

I've had this comment passed to me oh so many times, "Would you like some tea with your sugar?" A funny observation I've made is that the delivery of "Would you like some tea with your sugar?" is almost always accompanied by a smugness of being the inventor of a phrase that sadly has long become cliche to me.