Somehow life never ceases to amaze me. Just when I think I have it all figured out and I’m on a roll, boom! Distraction. Take this summer’s quest for the optimum healthy living experience. This was going to be the summer I would finally stop blaming my belly pooch on my son, who just turned 9 and is almost as tall as me. No more excuses this summer! Our family would only eat fresh, clean and organic produce, nothing fried or processed. I would cut down to just one glass of wine at dinner. No more late night martinis or downing bottles of rosé with the girls. No, I wanted to be in my best physical shape and have a clear mind and clear eyes. This all sounded good. Responsibility and healthy living were on the menu. Never did I expect, or suspect, that someone was plotting to open a Dunkin’ Donuts! Isn’t that an east coast thing? Something I eat in an airport or in Jersey when I visit my in laws and need comfort food. Well, those ideals have all been shot to hell now that one has opened up in my quiet, suburban neighborhood, where Whole Foods reigns supreme.
I saw the signs but blocked it out because the space had been empty for so long. It use to be a Salads Galore for god sake. Can you believe that? Then, one day while I was on the treadmill at my gym trying to stick to the plan, there it was in perfect juxtaposition to Equinox. A Dunkin’ Donuts. Right outside of the window in perfect view. So big, in fact, that the instructor had to keep reminding us that just because we were working out it still was not okay to eat fried bread afterwards. Which, of course, left us all really hungry and ready to leap across the street as soon as class was done. It turned out to be the longest treadmill class ever and a green smoothie was just not going to cut it.
So now the question becomes, in this day and time where everyone is gluten intolerant, is it politically correct to open up a donut spot? Aren’t we all kale chips and tofu? Hell, none of my friends will even allow bread on the table when we go out to eat! What I found out, though, is the same girls who won’t let the waiter bring bread to the table will find a way to get there hands on a donut, at some point. So, have things really changed or are we still the America that loves sugar and fried food? The line outside the donut shop should tell you where it’s at.