I battled the temptation the whole way home.
It was a perfect day to indulge in a frappaccino. I was hot, tired and craved a quick shot of caffeine and sugar. And oh – it would taste so good going down.
The saliva pooled beneath my tongue as I imagined the icy grande within my reach.
But logic fought back, like a coach pushing me forward, past the entrance to the Starbucks’ drive through.
“The caffeine and sugar will only make you feel better for a brief moment. Then it will leave you even more tired with only regret and unnecessary calories…
“…And think of the wasted money – that is almost five dollars you don’t need to spend…
“…The satisfaction will be gone in minutes and you will have nothing left. Keep driving. You don’t need it. You can do it. Just keep driving.”
I almost turned in. As the argument in my head got louder, the traffic stopped right in front of the driveaway. I had two more minutes to fight. “Don’t turn in…”
And I didn’t. I kept driving. I won.
But when I pulled into my driveway, I didn’t feel victorious. I still wanted that frappaccino! I almost got back in my car and headed back.
But I didn’t. I walked in the house and stood empty handed in the kitchen, tired and feeling a bit sorry for myself.
Then, I remembered the nectarines ripening in the fruit bowl. I picked one up and gently squeezed it. Perfect. I bit into it. The ripe flesh tasted like summer — sweet and refreshing.
After I finished the nectarine, I grabbed my Magic Bullet, some water, ice, lemon juice, lime juice and blended myself up a calorie-free, guilt-free drink and headed to my desk.
It feels good to beat temptation. Really good.