Yesterday we were out with some friends. Their daughter and my neice are good pals. It works out because the girl’s parents and Scott and I are great friends as well. So, whenever my niece and their daughter want to play together - Scott and I know we get to have fun too (hanging out with our friends). So, yesterday we went up to Reno and played a little bipolar weather mini-golf. It was sunny and snowing, often at the same time! Scott was having problems (he’s a big guy, 6 foot 6 inches tall!) hitting the ball too hard. I had to keep reminding him, “Mini-golf!” I think he was playing real golf as he hit the ball into the parking lot! It was a lot of fun - and after we went over to TGI Friday’s for dinner - yum! After dinner my friends asked me where we were going - I told them we wanted to hit Krispy Kreme for a doughnut. (We love the fresh hot glazed - Yummy!) Their reaction to doughnuts was that of disgust. I can totally understand why - deep fried in oil… There is nothing a doughnut has to offer - except fat and artery-clogging ingredients. They described the way eating a doughnut made them feel - on their teeth and then inside their bodies… I have reasons for my doughnut love - passion - obsession! I told my frined (Zook) that I could eat myself to death with doughnuts - and die happy. Of course he wasn’t going to understand that - but I do…

When I was a little kid (about six years old) my parents divorced. Before they divorced, my father and I would make special trips to go get a doughnut. He would get a doughnut and cup of coffee and I would just get a doughnut - sometimes we would eat it there at the doughnut shop or on the drive back home. He would often allowed me to drive (put me on his lap), when we got onto our street! It was great times and awesome memories - memories that never faded with time.

Whenever my mother would go get doughnuts - or my grandmother would bring them over - we would all get excited! We would all meet at the dining room table and hover over the box. It was just so much fun - a moment in time when we (my mother, grandmother, brother and myself) were all happy and together. (of course there were other times - but I am talking about doughnuts - therefore bringing up the doughnut memory.) The box would open and there was always one apple fritter - I always wanted that one, but it was known to all that it belonged to my grandmother. That was her favorite doughnut (another sweet memory of my grandma). My mother said that the apple fritters cost too much and she could only afford one - that was okay, we got a doughnut - that’s all that was important *wink*

Later - after I married - Scott would bring me a doughnut every Wednesday. (Wednesday was doughnut day at his work (RCI)) He brought me a doughnut because I was stuck at home from back to back surgeries and staph infections. I was down and out for a long time! The doughnut became the special thing he did to cheer me up - isn’t that sweet?! He knew how much I loved doughnuts - he knew it would make me happy. I did, finally, get better and had to stop eating doughnuts - due to the size my booty (and the rest of my body) was becoming. I had to stop eating anything naughty - for a little while - until I could get my booty back down to normal Vi-Jo size. I have just about made it back - would like to go lower - but I get my doughnut treat every now and then. My favorite Southern California doughnut stops are Yum Yum Donuts and Dunkin Donuts (drool…).

Doughnuts have always linked me to some special time in my life. A time when life was sweet - even for just a moment. Yes, I know how they are made and what they will do to your body. I never overeat the oh-so-powerful doughnut - I never abuse it.

BTW - the term “Have Another Doughnut” was born when I was overweight. All I needed was another doughnut! It was a poke at my weight - not literal, just funny.

Now you know…

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