Some times its the small victories that bring the most glory!
A while back I gingerly crept downstairs after everyone was asleep to eat a donut over the kitchen sink. I’m not blogging about this for pity or to publicly shame myself. If I wanted to do that I would talk about my late 20s.
No instead it’s to paint a picture of me and donuts – a toxic relationship. I would sell my own mother for a dozen donuts – I don’t really care for her to begin with – but you get the point – I like a the donut. You are going to give me a cupcake with a hole in the middle, covered in frosting, and call it breakfast? Sign me up!
I don’t think there is anything better out there in the mornings. But I digress…donuts are yummy and fill a hole inside my chubby little heart. If there was a symbol for my struggles it would…
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