Like the nuns taught us in first grade when we prepared for our First Confession … bless me Father for I have sinned.
I have gone 16 days on this diet totally by the book. My husband an innocent food bystander in this haze of no carb, no alcohol existence. So I thought I would make him his favorite lemon blueberry cake…… from scratch. It was all going so well. I was chewing gum to insure I wouldn’t be tempted to cheat when in a split second of time….I licked my finger and it was over. I felt like a parched athlete after that first swill of cold water.
Please don’t judge but I licked that old spatula to the bare wood.
The smell of that cake lingers in the house. Butter. Lemon. Vanilla. Dear God I have to leave. I am opening the windows and going to zumba.
Tomorrow is another day.