Last night, I went over to a friends house to celebrate her birthday with Chinese take-out. Little did I know...she had bought cupcakes. Carrot cake cupcakes with a swirl of white-ish frosting and a little frosted carrot on top.
There were a total of 6. I inhaled 2 at her house, then she sent one home with me. I have been trying to avoid eating much sugar, but I have very poor self control.
I do great not buying sugar; this is my best tactic. If I don't buy sugar, then it's not in the house, and I don't eat it.
Unfortunately, I leave my house occasionally. Then shit gets real.
Fast forward to this morning:
After eating eggs and toast, my gaze happens to fall on the island counter where a plastic container holds ONE carrot cake cuppy-cake. I eye it. It sits there.
I circle the island, nonchalantly, looking like there was something I needed to be doing, all the while eying the cuppy-cake.
At this moment, the cuppy-cake represents all the to-do list items I'm dreading. In a way I'm dreading eating the cuppy-cake because I know I will pay for it later.
At some critical moment, I break. I open the container, pull the wrapper off the cuppy-cake, and proceed to devour it. DEVOUR....OM NOM NOM >:)
I don't even really know that I tasted it, just that I felt satisfied.
Now if I could only devour my to-do list....
2 comments:
AGREED! CUPPY-CAKES give extremely well put together staring contests. -nods wisely-
good job, the squash looks grand
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