This week’s Man vs. Diet topic: doughnuts. Yes, really.
Considering my love for doughnuts, I should have been a cop. Or Homer Simpson. Or at least found a career in the industry.
As a kid, I used to be jealous of my cousin, Chris, who had an awesome job as a door-to-door Spudnuts salesman. I only got to hawk things like salt and pepper shakers and chocolate candy bars for fundraisers, which usually meant my grandparents got a new S&P set and my parents had to pay about $60 for a box of chocolate bars that mysteriously disappeared while in my possession.
Chalk that up as Reason No. 3,798 why I’m writing a diet column as a 100-pound-overweight adult. [Read more…]