It's Me or the Cake

Don't get me wrong now. I have a very supportive family. At least they were supportive the first 100 times I said I was going to lose weight. I guess by now even the most diehard supporters have given up hope that I will actually ever slay the fat dragon. I don't blame them. And I try not to resent the fact that even though my daughter knows I am dieting, she and her boyfriend made an Oreo chocolate cake. It's sitting there on the kitchen counter now as I write. I watch it. It watches me. And why chocolate? That's my worst Achilles heel. If one of the Chippendale dancers walked naked into the room right now, I'd tell him to step aside because he was blocking my view of that glorious chocolate cake. I wonder what my family would say if I just dumped that entire luscious cake into the garbage. "Mommmm......are you crazy? That's not fair! You've really flipped out this time!" Alas.....I have no choice. It's me or the cake. This house just isn't big enough for the both of us.