An Ode to My Pitiful Willpower

Oh McDonald's, why do you torture me so? I resisted you for so long which is easy when I do not eat meat and you serve crappy fast food hamburgers. But your fries are always so warm, so salty, so crisp. I rediscovered how soothing a chocolate shake can be after a night of karaoke...that made for a bad year. Plus, let's not forget every March when you tempt me back with your Shamrock shake.

And now here we are again, in this epic battle. It is midnight and I am alone in my home office, struggling to write a paper on a book I have minimal interest in and was written 200 years prior to my time period of interest. And you call me. You have hot coffee. Lattes even, and you know I like my lattes even if they come from you. But what is really getting me is something so delicious, so insanely unhealthy, that it should be illegal. I speak, of course, of cinnamon melts.

Cinnamon melts! The mere thought of cinnamon melts makes my mouth water and my head ache. It was a year ago when my first cinnamon melt was brought to me by my mother, complete with a coffee. I was writing another paper on another novel not in my area of study and was stressed. Then I tasted that cinnamon melt and I was done. It was so warm, so gooey, so...cinnamony.

Now I am being enticed by that same delicious cinnamon melt, that same warm coffee. Will this be my finest hour? Do I have the willpower to say no to this health-damaging food? Can I stay here and focus on doing more with this paper than just copying down quotes for "later"?

No, of course not. I'm already looking for my keys.