Monday, May 11, 2009

snack time

Damn Charlie making me a chocolate cake for Mother's Day.

Notice I'm not even putting it on a small plate anymore. I'm eating it right off the plate that my husband frosted it on. This is the reason I can't have sweets in the house. I am absolutely, positively weak and lack ALL self control when it comes to chocolate.

The kids had an afternoon snack of pretzels, apples and mozzarella cheese sticks. I ate this when they weren't looking. I'm due to run a marathon in less than three weeks. So not only am I the model of good health, I am the model of an obsessive compulsive closet eater.

I'm an enigma wrapped in a paradox.


  1. Put down the fork. Walk away from the fork. If you just started drinking wheatgrass, you'd be burping that nasty stuff up all day and you wouldn't want to eat cake. Okay, that's not true, but it sounded good when I typed it.

    Oh, and I can still fling myself over a bar like no tomorrow. You triple dog dare me?

  2. Michele - I quadruple dog dare you. But I want to see the HIGH bar.

  3. My wonderful husband bought me my favorite cookies in the world from Cookies by Design - ever have them?? They are delicious buttery cookies coated with icing. He brought home SEVEN of these cookies (they are HUGE and if I eat more than 1/2 of one at a time, my teeth hurt). I love him to death, but SEVEN GIANT COOKIES?? I can't stop eating them! I already put two of them in the freezer (um, yes, just two). That cake looks (looked) delish!

  4. When you're training for a marathon you're allowed to eat everything and anything! That's the best part of training for a marathon! So eat up. :)

  5. It seems you're all set for chocolate out there in California. No need for me to send any ..........It's amazing how quickly our family chocolate gene raises its ugly head, isn't it?



  6. You sound like me. Only I'd eat the cake in my room behind locked door.