.... said Oscar Wilde. Unfortunately, it could as easily have been said by me, as my will power this weekend has amounted to exactly... zero. Zip. Nil. Nada. Having been so proud of my achievements to day, I have COMPLETELY blown it this weekend. It was my nephew, Aiden's 10th birthday, so Mom made him a birthday cake. Which involved two 10" rounds - and she only used half of the 2nd one, and left the remaining half in the kitchen... Then she made icing - ICING!! - for the cakes... Anyone who knows me knows that ICING is my biggest (and most constant) sugar weakness: I can eat whole tubs of store-bought icing in one sitting if I don't pay attention to what I'm doing. So she made a large batch of icing... And I got to lick one of the beaters, and clean the bowl out, and now the unused icing is torturing me from the freezer... But it's out of sight, so I can pretend it's not really there!
However, that could not be said of the fudge at the craft store at the mall. They didn't have plain vanilla fudge (the one I generally prefer), but that didn't stop me buying a small package of the chocolate fudge (after MUCH deliberation, I hasten to add... I wandered around the store for at least 15 minutes before giving in to that particular temptation!) - which I then proceeded to devour in the space of 10 minutes at home last night!
And this morning I succumbed to the bagels - mini ones at least - at church and had two of them between the services....Plus the left over birthday cake from Aiden's birthday dinner here at home tonight (good cake, lots of leftover icing... What WAS a girl supposed to do??!!)
So now I'm sure I've regained every ounce of every pound I had lost up until today, and it's back to square one for me! Tomorrow starts a new week (it is Monday, after all), and a whole new bunch of resolve... Back to the diet, big time!!
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