Who doesn’t love cinnamon rolls? I wasn’t picky about them back when I ate whatever crossed my path. It could be homemade and fresh baked, or a stale gas station special wrapped in cellophane. I devoured them all.
In my high school years, I worked the summers and weekends with a landscaping crew. It was hard labor. We would push mow 20 lawns a day, load and unload a dump truck with heavy grass clippings and wet leaves, and build landscaping features that required moving heavy materials by hand. Despite all that walking, pushing, lifting, and carrying for 10 to 12 hours a day in the summer heat, I never lost that flabby layer of stomach fat that I hated so much.
Why? We would stop at a gas station every morning to top off the equipment, and I’d get a breakfast fit for a hummingbird. A giant bottle of full octane Coca-Cola, a bag of chips, and a Little Debbie honey bun or a giant cinnamon roll. And to think that I would wonder why I had the shakes for the rest of the drive to Little Rock.
I was getting enough sugar and simple carbs to last me a year, and no amount of hard labor was going to burn off what I was taking in. My poor pancreas and liver. I’m sorry, guys. I should have known better.
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