Clog my veins

I've given up. My Russian houseguest keeps bringing me goodies from town and insisting that I eat it all. Not wishing to offend, I stuff face as best I can. Donuts, fruits, assorted sweets... you name it, I'll eat it. Just now she came home from town with a big box of donuts, which she put by the pool's edge. If I have a heart attack before I get back to Norway, you know who to point the indignant finger of blame at, that's all I'm saying.

How can I keep from eating?


From yesterday. I tell you, this woman will be the death of me.