So last week I got older. WHEEEEEEEEEEE!
The day did not go unnoticed as Jainey took me out for birthday brunch awesomeness and then my nieces showered me with love, their adorable art and AWESOME Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer cookie cutters (and then wanted to bake RIGHT then and there. *sigh* Kids!).
It was the perfect low-key milestone birthday.
But it was missing something.
There was no birthday cake to be had this year. No candles to blow out. No embarrassing singing.
Don’t get me wrong, it was a good thing to not be singled out in your favourite family restaurant, but also made me sad.
So off I went to hang out with my buddy D this weekend. I was tempted to bug him about how he got me nothing for my birthday, not even a cake, but I didn’t thinking it was tacky. Well, he was taking so long in the kitchen getting us drinks that I went to see what was up, and that’s when he handed me a small brownie cheesecake.
Yeah, the boy knows me TOO well.
So I tried my best not to cry or knock him over in a giant bear hug, instead choosing to stand there dumbfounded with my hands over my mouth. But that was brief as I had cake to eat!
And it was gooooood!
But onto the bad part. D sent me home with the rest of the cake. Now, me and any cake is generally bad news, but me with a cheesecake (no matter how small it was) is TERRIBLE news.
I could have left it there with him, but didn’t. I said I’d only take it if he wasn’t going to eat (so weak!) and he pushed the thing into my hands. I should have pushed it back but all I could think of was eating the delicious thing.
All. Of. It.
I got the cake home and put it in the freezer, thinking if it was frozen I’d be less likely to eat it. But the stupid thing kept calling my name. I’m on my couch watching tv and it called my name. I was running trails on Sunday morning and I could still hear the blasted thing.
So before I went crazy with an inanimate object torturing me from my fridge no matter where I was, I promptly tossed the decadent dessert out yesterday morning.
Yup. A whole half of a cake out in the trash.
I’m sorry, D :(
They always say that it’s the thought that counts and I appreciated the gesture more than anything, but counting up all of the POINTS that go along with it was just too much.
So what tasty temptations have been left in your hands that you just had to get rid of for sanity’s sake (and the sake of the scale)? Am I the only one who feels freed yet guilty when doing things like this? What would you do?