Why on Earth do I Eat These Things?

By Susan Vaughn

Entemann’s Cinnamon Raisin Swirl Buns....How can something so delicious be so bad for you?

I don’t know why I do this to myself.  I go to the supermarket, pass by the rack filled with Entemann’s Cinnamon Raisin Swirl Buns, and put 3 boxes in my cart. 

I have never had high cholesterol in my life, until now.  I wonder why?  You’ve got to be kidding?   I have also never had a weight problem until now.  And for anyone who knows me well, they are also saying, “You’ve got to be kidding, right?” 

I was so skinny through all my years in school that everybody made a comment about it in my yearbooks.  “Susan, you are so skinny you make me sick.”  Okay, whatever.  The truth be known, there have only been 2 times in my life that my butt was as wide as my shoulders - in 1989 when I owned a nail salon in South Florida and worked 15 hour days and ate McDonalds pancakes every morning for breakfast and Baked Ziti every afternoon for lunch, and now - with a 4 month run on Entemann’s Buns, my buns now measure greater than - than what?  Put it this way, I’m not happy with the rear view mirror.

I have also parlayed thru the change of life and my metabolism has come to a screeching holt. I find it amazing that I have enough energy to stand at my easel and create anything since my brain cells seem to be deteriorating as well.

Last November, I spent 6 days in the hospital recovering from a bout of Ischemic colitis, whatever the hell that is. All I know is that my stomach was screaming at me and trying to tell me that it couldn’t process the processed foods anymore and all the preservatives in the world were never going to preserve “this” - my life. So, there I sat in a comfortable hotel-style hospital room, being served applesauce and water for 6 days and I only lost 1 pound and gained a new insight into my own vulnerability.

So why, this morning, when I came downstairs for breakfast, and seeing a box of Entemann’s Raisin Cinnamon buns sitting on the counter that my dear husband purchased at the grocery store last night, did I grab 2, heat them in the microwave, pour myself a refreshing glass of Orange Juice and wolf them down like they were my last meal on earth?
Damn if I know. 

I don’t feel so good.  I wonder what my cholesterol readings will be tomorrow? 

I’m going to make a promise - No More Entemann’s Cinnamon Buns! 

Now that’s a vice worth pitching out the window, don’t you think?