You know the best part about having birthday parties? Finishing off the left over party food for a day or two afterwards, and the best part of that it probably the birthday cake. There's half a delicious cake sitting in the kitchen, waiting for me to delve in and smear its buttercream in and around my mouth. Only problem is, I can't.
I haven't been too tempted to cheat on my diet as of yet, but it seems that cake is where my strength will be truly tested. I have handled doughnuts, flapjacks, and many other treats without being overly tempted to bury my face into them, but there's something about this cake. When there's a massive cake around, there's something just not right about not eating cake.
So its presence shall haunt me. I shall have to throw cake at whoever comes in my door, figuratively, but perhaps literally if I get desperate. But for now it sits there, reminding me that not eating cake is an extremely disappointing thing.
My rating: 1/5
I haven't been too tempted to cheat on my diet as of yet, but it seems that cake is where my strength will be truly tested. I have handled doughnuts, flapjacks, and many other treats without being overly tempted to bury my face into them, but there's something about this cake. When there's a massive cake around, there's something just not right about not eating cake.
So its presence shall haunt me. I shall have to throw cake at whoever comes in my door, figuratively, but perhaps literally if I get desperate. But for now it sits there, reminding me that not eating cake is an extremely disappointing thing.
My rating: 1/5
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