Well maybe not you but I know that I am. Show me a skinny woman and I will show you someone who desperately wants a donut. Yes, a donut.
I never liked donuts and aside from the Dunkin Donut’s Munchkins they had at elementary school functions, I barely ate one until I was in my late teens and even then I didn’t like them. Enter Krispy Kreme.
My now ex-boyfriend and I were on the road somewhere in the midwest when we started to run into them. The gleaming case of donuts was the edible equivalent of the display of a jewelry store. With so many delicious -looking varieties, it was difficult to decide which ones to get so we did what any sane person would do in that situation- we got over a dozen then ate most of them that morning. We were camping and didn’t have a huge budget, so we did the same thing for the next few mornings until I finally said, “I think we should probably stop eating donuts. We might get fat or something.”
“Or something?”
“Ya. Diabetes.”
“Oh.”
