We were even running a little late, but those dumb donuts sounded so darn good and let me reassure you....they were. The kids slammed a couple down their throats on the way to school and the smell was too much for me to bare. I headed home hoping to put them somewhere in the kitchen where they wouldn't sit and stare at me all day. Instead I set them right in the middle of the island, box open, scent filling the air and that was it.
I grabbed not just one, but two fattening donuts and a calorie packed, caffeinated Mt. Dew and called it breakfast. I felt sick for a moment after, but the taste was just too good to be true. The day goes on and the donuts sit in their box, calling to me again. FOUR total donuts today and feeling very guilty about the bad choice to pull into that darn parking lot, in the first place! I can feel them weighing on my hips....feels just lovely. The amount of exercise that is needed to burn these buggers off----I can't think about it.