It was my husband's birthday this weekend and he asked for this.
The whole time I was baking it (yes, from scratch!) I kept wondering A) how could I possibly make a cake and not eat it and B) feel like I've come to a point in my life that I can't even celebrate my husband's birthday with a piece of cake.
I made it through the previous week of donuts and Halloween candy without a partaking of a single piece, surely 1 sliver of chocolate cake wouldn't kill me?
My dilemma is that with any sugar, it sets off some unknown chemical chain reaction that induces me to eat more and more of it. I didn't want to start that domino affect.
So do I eat it or don't I??
I did. A very appropriate sized piece. And it was delicious.
Don't shoot me.
But here is the kicker: I ate it, enjoyed it, and today, I haven't thought another thing about the 3/4 of it that remains. The kids ate pieces after dinner and it didn't even tempt me (OK, maybe a little bit, only because my football team was losing and that is another way I use food -- to drown my sorrows).
Not sure if that is monumental or not...but it's a step.
I still haven't weighed in...I go back to my WW meeting on Friday.