For the last 8 1/2 months I have worked so hard to change my health and my body. I have changed how much I eat, what I eat and how often I eat. I have worked out five days a week nearly every single week. It has been a gradual change that I have seen, but I feel so good about the progress that I have made. I feel good that I am not starting tomorrow like usual:-) But.....then......Davin had his birthday. I ordered him a cake from a fabulous bakery. I LOVE a good bakery cake. I adore butter cream icing.
The day of Davin's birthday, I had a couple of pieces. One was very small, by the way:-) Then, the next day, I had two more pieces. After that, I realized I was eating way too many calories. So, I did what any reasonable lover-of-butter cream-icing would do. I started eating the icing only and ditching the cake down the garbage disposal. Oh my. Things were going downhill fast. I told Alan about my brilliant idea of just eating the icing and saving myself the calories of the cake. He seemed more concerned than impressed.
Finally yesterday, I admitted, the cake needed to go. Admitting I have a problem is the first step, right?