To the person who only took half a donut from the lunch room, I would like to say, I hate you! As I lick my fingers from my second donut I can’t help but see the donut half which still remains from your self-controlled display of eating. Well ok, I don’t really hate you, I hate myself for not having that amount of will-power. You walked into the lunch room seeing two dozen glazed donuts sitting there in all their glory and you only walked away with half of one, while I having seen these miracles of modern pastry stood over the box and grabbed one for each hand. Of course, to not let on that I had two I immediately swallow one whole so I can emerge from said breakroom looking like a considerate co-worker who only took the one. I would not want anyone to think I am not a good person however later when the sugar rush wears off and I am looking to nap under my desk, the reality of what I have done will come home to roost. As a reformed fat guy, I can say that just like an alcoholic I have to constantly be on my guard for times when I fall off the wagon.Those fat pills will set me back but I can punish myself tonight with a few miles around the neighborhood. That is unless I pig out at dinner and flop down on the couch for some more self-loathing. Either way I regret my choices now, not a moment ago when I could or should have stopped myself.