I want donuts!
Glazed, lemon filled, maple topped...I don't care. I find myself trying to justify driving past this store or that just to grab a few. They wouldn't make it home. I'd eat in my car, nobody would know, except maybe my scale. I am lucky that the commissary and Costco don't sell donuts. Or am I? Maybe if I ate every donut that I wanted, I'd get rid of the desire. I am keeping myself locked in the house right now, just to keep from driving to get donuts.
I am blaming this craziness on the stress of pregnancy and presidency...it isn't my fault.
OH, HOW I WANT A DONUT!! (I may give in tomorrow.)
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You can spare a few dozen pounds! EAT THE DONUTS! That little girl is telling you that she needs them. Are you going to deprive her?
ReplyDeleteI'll eat a few for you. Clearly, someone has to be reasonable about all of this.
ReplyDeleteYou're one of the few people I know who actually know how to make donuts!! Eat a whole batch - you can afford to gain a few pounds - maybe teach that little girl how good they are. Then you'll have someone to enjoy eating them with.
ReplyDeleteLove, G. Allred