Sometimes I'm so pathetic. Yesterday was Valentines Day and, as you know, my son's b-day. My mom made a choc cake w/choc icing. I thought one piece was do-able. I mean, I've been really in control for a few weeks now and I talked myself through it thinking, heh, no problem-o. Then my son gave me some dark chocolate covered cherries (my fave) and I lost it. Control, what control?!
Why did I think I could have a taste? Why am I such a wuss? The cake wasn't even that good. I like a really heavy cake (juicy is what I call it) with glaze soaked into it. Not really a fan of icing but I ate it. I want more, too. The cake is on the bar by the kitchen within sight while I'm watching TV. Crap. I need the cake to sprout legs and leave.
My mom doesn't understand. She's not that crazy about cake so it doesn't bother her. She's not the problem, though, my sugar addiction is the problem. I guess it's too much to ask for me to not want cake and candy in the house. I'm supposed to be learning that life will go on without cake. Why couldn't she have just made a small cake. A few cupcakes. None of us needed a whole damn cake.
Okay, tomorrow I'll practice more avoidance behavior and stay away from the cake.
Aside from my cake issues, here are some pics of the great evening we had celebrating my boys birthday. In the pics are me, my boy, his girlfriend, and my mom. I think you can figure out who's who.