When I got to work this morning, three different people had brought three different types of donuts. And, of course, I had to sample all three. Twice. I have no will power when it comes to food. This wouldn't be that big of a deal except I have my PT test on Friday. I'll still be so stuffed, I won't be able to do a single crunch, and my 1.5-mile run will be little more than a quick walk. Somebody get me a cattle prod!