A few minutes into my Saturday morning run, my mind wandered off. After thinking “My calf is too tight” and “YIKES that’s a BEE!”, it settled down and began brainstorming what to eat after my post-workout shower.
Just two steps later, cinnamon rolls flashed through my brain. I shook my head, arguing with my mind to find a healthier solution—like a banana. Or oatmeal. Or—dare I even say it?—scrambled eggs.
After a full mile of mental debate, I finally concluded two things: (1) I was crazy and (2) my brain had convinced itself that it needed cinnamon rolls.
So I promised my brain that it could have cinnamon rolls… As long as it omitted the frosting on top. It whined, but we shook on it anyway. We had a deal!
Once the cinnamon smell started wafting through the house, my mind finally relented just a bit and agreed to pair its pastries with some juicy (and healthy!) strawberries. And the result?
Well, let’s just say I’m planning on baking cinnamon rolls every weekend for the rest of my life.