This was by far one of the worst days I have had in a VERY LONG time. It was so not good.

For the most part, I have been eating quite healthy. For. The. Most. Part. Until…today. Cake. Sweet, sweet cake. Yep, it was calling my name and I listened. And not only did I listen, I caved. BIG TIME.

After my first WW meeting in Morris today, I had a few hours before my next meeting. I packed my lunch with healthy foods – ham sandwich, grapes, carrots and a sugar-free, fat-free pudding. I also had one of those new granola thins from Nature Valley. I was set.

I thought.

Until that dang craving for cake kicked in. I drove to the grocery store, walked in, all the while screaming to myself in my head that, “I DON’T NEED CAKE!”

But yep, cake is what I needed. WANTED. Right when I walked in, I noticed a leftover Easter cake on display that was on sale for $4.99. It was an 8-inch layer cake but it was only one layer, not two. So, it looked like a really small cake. A small, cute, deliciously good, cake.

Now comes the confession. Part one. Because I felt really bad about buying the cake and because – if I happened to run into any of my members – I didn’t want them to think I was buying the cake for me, I had one of the bakery department people take off the plastic Easter decoration and write “Happy Birthday” on it. Very fitting I thought because today happens to be my mom’s birthday.

REALLY? Whatever. It wasn’t like I was going to be seeing my mom, delivering the cake to HER or anything. The cake wasn’t for her. I was buying it for myself. For me, myself and I.

Confession time again. Part two. As I got back in my car, I grabbed the plastic spoon I brought with me for my pudding and dug into the cake. One big bite after another. Yep, as I drove around the streets of Morris, I gobbled up my cake. My, oh-so-sweet-deliciously-yummy cake. I polished off nearly half of it. Really? Yep.

Yesterday, I ran nearly five miles. Today, I eat nearly half a cake. What the heck? What am I doing? What is wrong with me?

After giving it sufficient thought, I decided…I am over it. I am moving on. Chalking it up to poor lapse in judgement. Tomorrow is a new day. Right?

Right.

(Note: Because I still keep track of the food I eat, I DID track my cake on my Weight Watchers tracking site. I really didn’t know how many points it was so I decided that 25 sounded like a great number. So, 25 PointsPlus values is what I wrote down. Just in case you wanted to know!)