Every other Tuesday, the doctors and nurses in my practice meet over lunch to hear a specialist speak about recent developments in medicine. The subjects vary — recently we’ve learned about eye diseases, domestic violence, and new anticoagulant medications — but the menu never does. There are always three platters: sandwiches, fresh fruit, and cookies. Speaking just for myself, though I don’t think I’m alone in this, the cookies are a problem.
Here’s what happens: I rush to the conference room after seeing patients for four hours straight without a break. I’m tired and I’m hungry. I start off with a sandwich — something sensible, like turkey on whole wheat or a veggie wrap. Then, for the next 50 minutes I alternate between listening to the speaker and thinking about whether to have some fruit or dig in to the cookies: chocolate-chocolate chunk, oatmeal raisin, macadamia . . . oh, they’re good; sweet and salty and buttery, and big, probably 300 calories apiece — 300 calories that I don’t need.
