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  • I'm going to write this story down, because although it happened a long time ago, I still can't believe I did it.

    I love carbs. I would rather eat the basket of warm bread with butter brought to the table before the meal, than the actual meal. I also LOVE french fries, mashed potatoes, and donuts. I know, that's AWFUL! Donuts? I might as well glue them right onto my hips and belly, since that's where they're going to end up anyway. For the last couple of years I've pretty much taken all of these lovely "comfort foods" off my "go-to" list. I just got tired of not being able to lose even ONE pound! But, it wasn't always like this. There was a time when I ran nearly every day. I needed it for my sanity. And I loved it. I had a body fat index of 15%! Women's body fat is usually a little higher then men's, and a man in good shape has a fat index of about 17%. So I was doing pretty well. But I still loved carbs.

    My daughter Alana was about 11 years old. I picked her up after school one day and asked if she wanted a snack. I was in the mood for something sweet. I suggested we stop at a donut shop. I was going to get a donut for her, and another for myself. I went in and ordered the two donuts, and the young woman behind the counter told me they were having a special sale that day, and for the price of the two donuts I had ordered, I could get a whole DOZEN. I told her that was very nice, but there was just the two of us and I wouldn't know what to do with a whole dozen donuts. She continued to try to convince me. "How can you pass this up?" she said, "I'm offering you another 10 donuts for free. You can give them away to somebody else." And so on. So I bought the dozen donuts. Then we had to pick all the different kinds we would want. Glazed, powdered sugar, jelly-filled, rainbow sprinkles, chocolate covered, custard filled, and on and on and on.

    In those days, I drove a mid-sized convertible and the top was always down. Even in the winter I'd put the top down and blast the heat. We went out to the car and got in. I started driving down the street and my daughter opened the big box of donuts. She handed me a powdered jelly-filled. One of my favorites. At this point, I'll tell those of you who don't know me personally, that I dress mostly in black and Navy blue. I add a little white here and there, but mostly I'm in black.

    I eat the powdered jelly donut and something happens to me. I'm not sure even to this day what it is that exactly happened but I can tell you there was no turning back. I grab another donut and eat that too. Then another and another. At this point, I'm grabbing them and taking two or three bites out of them, and throwing them out of the car over my shoulder. I'm still driving along with one hand and grabbing and eating the donuts with the other. One after another, really fast. Taking a few bites and whipping them over my shoulder. Until finally, I reach for another one, and they're all gone. I stare at the empty box, covered in powdered sugar. I pull over to the side of the road and look up at my daughter for the first time since I started eating the donuts. Her mouth is wide open and she has a look of horror on her face. Her face is frozen. Like she was going to say something but nothing came out. I look down at myself and I'm COVERED in white powdered sugar. There's more white then black. It's EVERYWHERE! All over my cloths, in my hair, all over the car. I look in the rearview mirror. It's all over my face.
    I'm embarrassed and don't want anyone to see me like this so I push the button to put the top up on the car, and all of these partially eaten donuts come raining down on top of our heads. The donuts I thought I had been throwing out of the car had fallen back in and gotten stuck in the car top and were now falling on our heads. I stared at my daughter, who's mouth was still wide open in disbelief and then we just started laughing! We laughed and laughed and laughed. I just laughed uncontrollably, I couldn't stop. I was in the middle of a sugar rush.

    Hello, my name is Gloria, and I am a recovering carboholic. I have fallen off the wagon once or twice over the years, but since that day, I have never eaten, or bought, more than one or two donuts at a time!
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