I am having a morning when...

I am having a morning when everything looks delicious.

The Cheerios my child is playing with on the kitchen floor look yummy.

I imagine them on a bowl of ice cream topped with fresh lime curd, which I happen to have in my refrigerator as I type.  But no ice cream.

The thing about weight-loss is it is an ongoing journey.  Once the final pound is off, there it is, lingering in a simple box of Cheerios.  It is loitering in a $5 Barnes & Noble gift card where you know you can get a big, iniquitous slice of cheesecake.

I lost my weight when I was 25 years old.  I will live until I am at least 70, when I know it is doubtful I will weigh 115 pounds.  When will I let that first 5 pounds go?  Are you ever supposed to let them go?

I know, it is dreadful to listen to a thin girl moan on about her weight issues, but I seriously want a slice of cake right now, and right now is 10AM.  Sweet Lord.  That is not the way to start a day.

But if it was, I would choose this one.  Probably my favorite cake I have baked this year.  You should make one.

And then come over to my house, rip this ridiculous, measured bowl of Total out of my hands, and shove a forkful of it into my mouth.  Tell me to get over myself, and then leave.

Or don't.  I am only 31, for goodness sake, and not quite ready to concede to larger pants.  Leave me to my bowl of tedium, and enjoy the cake yourself.  Just a slice, though.  A little slice won't hurt me.


I mean you.  Right?

Right.

Rachel Bee