Let Them Eat (a lot of) Cake

The universe (Bayer) is testing me.  I am in the midst of a serious healthy eating phase that has been going really well.  I have lost some weight & am feeling better.  Lately, the cards seem to be gradually stacking themselves against my attempts to stay on the straight & narrow.  Allow me to list the not-so-subtle attempts to sabotage me.  It's seriously like that Seinfeld episode.

1.  Friday:  My co-workers using a summer intern's last day as an excuse to put an enter sundae bar in front of my face.  My test result:  FAIL.  With whipped cream, nuts, and a cherry.

2.  Saturday:  Amber's devious plan to make me eat cake "in honor of her birthday."  Whatever!  Test result:  Fail.  This time with delicious frosting flowers.

3.  Monday:  I was READY.  It was Andreas' last day before going back to Germany.  It was on my calendar.  I knew it was coming.  I was NOT going to be duped again!  I even had a meeting while this going-away party was going on.  The conflicting meeting was going to save me.  Until my VP came by the meeting room to tell us the leftover cake had been moved to the kitchen.  Guess where my office is?  Yep, across from said kitchen.  Result:  D-.  I had 1/2 piece of delicious almond cake with strawberry filling.

4.  Tuesday:  Jenny's going away party.  Now Jenny is only moving to a new position down the road.  She's not quitting or going back to school or to Germany.  But I like Jenny a lot.  And I had bad PMS.  I ate a big freakin piece of 1/2 chocolate, 1/2 white awesome cake.  FAIL.

5.  Tomorrow is Wednesday.  It is my group's monthly birthday cake day.  That's right, we all convene in the boardroom & stuff ourselves with Cold Stone Creamery ice cream cake like children while we listen to someone read off the birthdays for the month.  This event could not have been combined with someone's farewell cake??  No, we have to have cake 3 days in a row.  I realize that the odds are stacked against me here.  Recent history does not predict a favorable outcome.  I was able to abstain last month, but I still have PMS.  And I still love cake & ice cream.  What the hell am I supposed to do?

So, you know that office outside the kitchen?  I'm moving to the other side of the floor next week.  My request.  No joke.  I have to take back the power from the cake!