temptation
There’s a piece of pound cake calling my name. It’s in my freezer, wrapped in plastic wrap and in a ziploc bag, hiding behind some frozen chicken stock, but I can still hear it. It’s leftover from Easter, from a cake that the hubster’s Grandmom made for us. I quickly cut it up into single slices and froze it so that I wouldn’t devour the entire thing. But even one piece has a bajillion calories (hers is old school pound cake, made with one pound each of butter, flour and white sugar) and I just do not need those empty calories. My hips do not need them, my flabby belly does not need them and my thunder thighs most certainly do not need them. So, why, oh WHY, is that stupid cake all I can think about right now?!
It’s after 8 o’clock now, past my self-imposed eating cutoff. I will not eat that cake. I had a good, healthy dinner (a homemade taco salad, without the shell, and a new cilantro lime dressing I made – so yummy!) and I do not need anything else to feed my body today. I’ve eaten lots of good fruits and veggies, healthy fats and good carbs. I am not going to eat that cake.
(damn it, but I really, really want to)
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