That's it - I'm going to Krispy Kreme

I having all kinds of wig-ga-dy-whack hormone changes going on in my body. Things like night sweats, feet swelling up at night to the size of baked potatoes, starting my period then stopping then starting up again a week later. I'm retaining so much fluid - I'm kinda like a camel in the desert. Hey, that's a good analogy because I do live in the desert and I am about the size of a camel - give or take 10 pounds.

But anyway, I got on the scale today and am only down 4 pounds. That's right, you read it right - only 4 pounds. What the %&##? All of this physical and emotional abuse I'm taking and all I get are a mere 4 pounds? Are you kidding me? I was so frustrated today that after the gym, I was seriously contemplating a run through the drive-thru of Krispy Kreme's. After all, Krispy Kreme's makes everything better. All is right with the world after you consume a melt-in-your-mouth glazed doughnut...or 16. But I didn't do it. I stayed the course. I kept on driving and went straight home to drink my breakfast. (Not alcohol, but my ultimate meal shake)
Really, the thought of explaining to all business Brenda that I had made a quick pit stop at the doughnut shop was too much for me to take. I feared for my life and my pocketbook if I were to inhale all that yummy goodness.
MUST KEEP FIGHTING THE FAT! That's the chant I will say all day today.