So, I was sitting having lunch with a friend in this hole in the wall not the slightest bit chic café frequented by blue collar workers. The people who own it are really nice, salt of the earth people. Now, I’m being all goodly on my diet and eating only judicious, healthy food…but then a luscious slice of the most divine looking chocolate cake comes out and is placed on the table as a freebie to us. Oh god. Don’t you just hate/adore temptation? So, I’m looking at this cake. My brain is explaining to me that “we have worked very hard to be good. Don’t eat the cake, fatso.” My hormones are dancing naked and urging me on with seductive words to eat. “You are not fat. You are perfect in our eyes. You want the cake. It wants you. How can it be wrong?”
Bloody hormones. I ask you, how can a brain compete?
I only had three small bites. I didn’t inhale and I didn’t have sexual relations with that cake…god knows I wanted to….