The other day, I mentioned to hubby that I wondered how long it would be before I see some definition in my abs considering I have been exercising very regularly since the beginning of January. He said that I would not see much if I kept sucking down donuts and milkshakes (his exact words).

I had to laugh.

To anyone reading this, you probably think he was not speaking with enough tact. But in his defense, I enlisted his help when I decided to get on the healthy foods band wagon to cut my diet of the fried foods and unnecessary fats to lose those few unwanted pounds. Hubby did not see that I had a weight problem, but if I put him on the job, he takes it seriously.

So when I do a major U-turn across 4 lanes of traffic at 9 at night because I see the HOT sign at Krispy Kreme come on, he tries to be the voice of reason.

Hubby: "How many calories in that donut?"
Me: "Not too many. Plus I exercised yesterday."

Hubby: "Humph. I don’t know why I bother."
Me: "Chill. One donut won’t make a difference."
***cue his glare of disapproval with lips tightly pressed together as if he does not have permission to speak freely***

I don’t have to explain the allure of a HOT Krispy Kreme donut to anyone who lives in the South. The donut is soft like air. The glaze is sweet but not overly so. And in, what seems like two seconds or three bites, it is gone. All that is left is to savor the residual glaze on my fingertips, my memories, and an empty plastic bag.

Hot Krispy Kreme glazed donuts are the only food that I will admit that I think might have actually inhaled. One time I was on my 3rd donut when I realized how many I had already eaten. I put the half of donut down and had to go sit down to think about what just happened (So this is what addiction feels like). And it is only the FRESH glazed donut that has the effect on me. They have other flavors, but none are as enticing as the simple glazed donut. And they say you can put the donut in the microwave for 20 seconds and it tastes the same. I don’t think so. It’s hot off the assembly line through the glaze shower or nothing for me.

Now I only buy one Krispy Kreme donut at a time. It is my form of portion control. Since I am usually finished eating my donut before I have left the parking lot of the Krispy Kreme, I do have to force myself not to turn around and buy another one. But knowing that hubby is already glaring at me is usually deterrent enough.