If you've been following my blog, you know that I own up to an addiction to sugar that may well have preceded my addiction to alcohol and that on Valentine's Day 2010 I swore off desserts and sweet treats. So I had to have a serious conversation with myself about this new decision. I had not been craving sweets or missing chocolate. I didn't feel that I was on the slippery slope to relapse. I felt confident I could say no if it came down to it. But sharing in the birthday festivities, including cake, I had missed.
We had a very nice dinner out and I ate lightly (soup and salad). Then we went back to her house and changed into our pajamas and had cake. I had a moderate piece, not a tiny sliver but not the large size I would have taken before.
Here's what happened:
- I ate 3 bites and I had had enough.
- I finished the piece of cake anyway, enjoying it less and less.
- I didn't enjoy the chocolate pieces that decorated it--this is excellent chocolate but it still didn't taste good to me.
- The cake was pretty good but not fabulous.
- I most enjoyed the feeling of the frosting smooshing around in my mouth. I don't eat things that have that creamy texture very often. I miss that.
- After about 45 minutes, I felt yucky, not only too full but buzzing from the sugar and slightly sick.