All I wanted was a scone from Starbucks because Instagram caught the light of sugar crystals that topped a scone from Starbucks and with some coffee on the last day of February, a leap year no less, it seemed so simple.

I ordered a scone from Starbucks and felt gross and doughy eating it thanks to another side of Instagram that showcased elite athletes training, sweating, reaching. I run almost every day now, hard runs, long runs, uphill slogs, but at 10:27 a.m. today I was a 33-year-old woman eating white sugar on white flour that Instagram had lured me to consume.