I was on my way to the kitchen this afternoon, heating up my lunch at work. As I rounded the corner I saw it on the table….the white box, the blue letters on the side, spelling out B-U-S-K-E-N. Really? Can a cake stalk you? It sure felt like it! Damn you cake leave me alone! I was able to resist the first round with this cake on Friday as it was the cake for my good friend Matt’s birthday! Matt is like a brother to me and I could have made all kinds of excuses to indulge in a piece of cake but I resisted….okay I stayed away from it like the bubonic plague , is probably a more accurate statement.
Now I find myself alone, in the kitchen with the leftover cake that someone had put in the fridge for the weekend then set back out for folks to enjoy today. I stared at it for what felt like a very long time, I think I was hoping someone else would come into the room and make the decision for me. I thought about calling someone to come up and rescue me from the cake in the kitchen (how ridiculous does THAT sound!) The icing is pretty much giving me the “come hither” look at this point. I think about it…I think that I could have a piece and no one would know, I could take one bite and no one would know, I could take one bite and spit it out and no one would know… I would know. I would know that I gave in and would have to write about it on here, because that is the promise I have made. I thought about all I have done in the past 33 days, and for once in my life the cake was just not worth it. The idea is to do things differently this time, to make different choices and sneaking cake when it was not part of my food plan for the day and feeling bad afterwords is something I have done in the past. I am not living in the past anymore.