There’s something I really need to get off my chest. I really hope you can forgive me and not think any less of me because of it.
Yesterday, I ate a giant piece of cake. It was chocolate. It had lots of butter cream frosting. It was delicious. But, I feel guilty, terribly guilty.
I have an excuse. Ok, not really an excuse, I could’ve resisted, but I didn’t want to be rude.
You see, it was a coworkers last day at our company. She slaved over a big, delicious cake for us in honor of her departure. I had to celebrate the time we worked together by eating a piece of her cake.
It gets worse though. She also brought in candy. One of those awful bags that has a little but of everything. I ate 3 miniature Snickers.
And, 5 miniature Twix.
And, 7 miniature Milky Ways.
And, maybe it was more like 8 Snickers. Who’s counting anymore at this point?
Anyway, I feel awful. It shouldn’t have happened. The candy and cake caught me at a moment of weakness.
Then, because I felt so bad, I went out with a friend and split a bottle of wine.
I know. I’m a horrible person. I’ll try, no I will get better at resisting temptation.
Eh … how about next week? This week’s already been ruined with my lack of control yesterday.
Ok. You’re right. Starting immediately.
Thanks for forgiving. I will be spending my afternoon saying Hail Marys.
The now resister of temptation