Shit. I'm right.
Panel 1: We join Elly where we left off yesterday: spread-eagled on the fridge door with her face frozen in existential terror. She thinks to herself "I'm breaking down again. I'm going to open the fridge door."
Panel 2: Her face is now in the precursor to the Squished-up Grimace of Blind Rage as she thought-bubbles "This is it; I'm too weak to avoid temptation."
Panel 3: She reverts to the bug-eyed glare as she thinks "I've thrown out my dignity and self-respect for a lousy doughnut"
Panel 4: AS I expected, she's holding an empty plate, unhinging her jaw and yelling "AND IT's GONE!!!!!"
Summary: That's because she wanted to eat it and feel bad about it; tomorrow, when John tells her that he wanted to save her the trouble, he'll be cast as a patronizing MAN and have something thrown at him.