Whoopee!

This morning I woke up and weighed myself, and I had hit 129.5. Whoopee! A big salad for lunch and two bowls of soup for dinner yesterday was a winning combo! (Also, even though MY HUSBAND bought and ate a snack last night, he would not share his cookies when I asked him. "I am not an enabler." he said. I am glad now that he did not share his cookies, but I shan't forget in a hurry. I made him put them away himself so I didn't down a few of them on my way to the kitchen.)

Unfortunately, I think I may have scuttled my progress already. It's been a hell of a day, temptation-wise. Tomorrow is my son's birthday, so we celebrated today. That meant Dunkin' Donuts for breakfast. Now, I would never stop and buy myself a doughnut at Dunkins. The idea of them - hydrogenated fats and corn syrup, frozen in a factory, baked and frosted by some chain-smoking teenager and sitting on a rack for god knows how long. . . yuck. They smell so fresh and sweet in person however, that it is easy to forget all that. I made myself half a whole wheat bagel with some hummus and had a cup of cocoa. Not great calorie-wise, but not as awful as a doughnut.

Then we took the kids ice skating, and got them Wendy's. Wendy's is even more disgusting than Dunkins, for reasons we don't need to review here. I did not get anything, and when we got home I had some lettuce with caesar dressing. If I could have eaten in my own healthy person kitchen, I would have been fine. Unfortunately, I sat with my greasy little family and a few fries did manage to mambo their way into my mouth (I'd say about ten), and I had a couple of bites of my daughter's cheeseburger. Again, not great, but not awful.

Then I made a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. My son, having superior taste, loves chocolate, just like his mother. I don't need to draw you a picture -- imagine my consternation when the cake came out beautifully. (If I couldn't make things exactly the way I like them, I'd be much better off.)

I had a hamburger on toast for dinner, thinking that if I had the toast, I'd be strong enough to forgo the potato chips (another request my little sweet boy made that tested the strength of my resolve) and the cake and CHOCOLATE ice cream (really -- that's exactly what I would want for my birthday -- is that fair?).

Unfortunately, even though I did not have my own piece of cake, I did have about five bites of my kids's cake. They abandoned them right on their plates! Poor, lonely, rejected cake! I'm only human! I also had a couple of handfuls of chips, which there is just no excuse for. I can hear MY MOTHER now, "THE SALT! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IN HEAVEN! THE SALT! YOU WILL BE ALL PUFFY!'

So if I'm at 130 tomorrow, I'll be shocked and delighted. The real problem is that now I have three quarters of a cake on my counter, and MY HUSBAND has declared that he is "DONE." What this means is that he will not eat anything that is bad for him until further notice, and when he says it, he means it. I'm also screwed, because I have to make another cake for my nieces and nephews tomorrow. Those little bastards have to step up and eat some damned cake.

I must be strong, because I really like cake for breakfast. Yummy! And lunch! I will also foist as much cake as possible on my sisters-in-law. Mdme. La's husband is a diabetic, they're not much help. Mdme. Li's husband is not really smart enough to like cake. My father would take a cake with glee, but MY MOTHER will never let that happen. That leaves Mdme. S with a big target on her forehead. She loves chocolate, and has big, hungry children. Let them eat cake!

Of course, it steams me to give her my delectable cake because (1) I want it; and (2) She emailed me that she had left some Smartfood on my back step to eat with my movie, and she was only "kidding." There was no Smartfood on my back step. I hoped that the feral cat in the neighborhood might have dragged it a few feet away, or something, but there was no sign of any cheesy popcorn product at all. Pretty mean. If she had left it, deliberately sabotaging me, that would be even meaner, but promising it and not leaving it is really not Christian. If I didn't have to get rid of this damned cake, she'd never see a crumb, but I'm between a rock and a hard place.

Think of me in the morning as I have my tea, sans cake, and a banana. That's not a sexy euphemism, either, it will just be a banana. :(