It's Only A Number...Right?

I can't bring myself to type the actual number. But I have got to tell you...it ain't pretty. Finally coaxed myself onto the scale this morning and nearly had to stuff a towel in my mouth to keep myself from screaming. This old girl is out of control.

So, a small bowl of mini wheats with skim milk later, I am prepared to face the world. Unfortunately, I am a really good baker and today we are celebrating the birthday of one of my staff with one of my chocolate fudge cakes. I can't picture myself passing up a piece in favor of a stalk of limp celery, but I will give it a shot at bringing home my piece of cake for my son. He loves my baking....then again, last night I baked a chocolate swirl cheesecake that is lounging deliciously in the refrigerator. Maybe just once I will tell him he can have both the cake and a piece of cheesecake, just so there is no cake temptation to torment me.

I am not sure what my schedule looks like this afternoon at work, but I may need to bring a sealable plastic container for that piece of cake, so that the wafting aroma of chocolate bliss does not sabotage my plan for the day.

I gave my weight, food and exercise to God all over again this moring....not so much because I had blown it in the middle of the night binging on that cheesecake, but more as a reminder to myself that I am not in charge of those areas today. I have been demoted. It's not all bad, however. Being the boss at work can just be a pain in the keester sometimes. It isn't always pleasant to have the "buck" land on your desk. So, now the "buck" is on the "BIG BOSS'" desk on this one. I just have to willing to take direction and try to not whine as I obey.

I'll keep you posted...and do my best to be honest. I may just have to run my finger along the fudgy edge of that knife for a quick lick of icing before running out of the room at cake time. I will see today what difference it makes to not be the one running the ship in this department.