At the moment, all I can think about is cake. I love cake. Especially dense, moist chocolate cakes. (Well, dense, moist cakes of any kind, really.)
The problem is that this year I have eaten very little cake. I have been on a 'healthy eating plan' that permits cake only rarely and even then in small quantities. Instead of having a fat wedge times two, I have a thin sliver. I lie in bed longing for a doorstop-sized chunk of 'death-by-cake'.
Last weekend I went to dinner with friends and there was a whole cabinet full of death-by-cakes. I stood in front of it drooling, completely befuddled by the sight of so much cake. I couldn't have picked one if I tried.
In an attempt to dull my craving I am gorging on low-fat supermarket 'snack cakes', which fit (if barely) into my healthy eating plan. Tonight I ate a salad so I could justify two small pieces of lemon cake afterwards.
I wonder if I will ever be able to eat cake again, or whether I will become haunted by the craving alone. Once I start again, will I be able to stop?
Life is all about cake. Cake is life. Don't eat cake to live. Live to eat cake.