Cheating is Cheating

I did it. I admit. I have been so good for so long. I stayed on the straight and narrow, but then . . . I just couldn’t hold back any longer. Oh geez did it feel so good too. I melted as I reveled in the forbidden. Afterwards I felt shame, regret and I was just plain disappointed in myself. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But it doesn’t count on vacation, does it? It was just the one time. It didn’t mean anything. I wont do it again.

Or will I?

When I fell off the wagon, well, I just didn’t want to admit I had crossed the line. Sigh. Would I tell anyone? Maybe my best friend. She won’t judge. I hope. After all, she has been there. I mean, who hasn’t? OK, that’s what I am telling myself. What a head trip I am putting myself through.

And all over . . . One, just one . . .

……………..

. . . slice of heavenly CHEESECAKE. Ahhhhhh. So good.

You thought it was something else didn’t you. Well, a fling is a fling, right? Does anyone have to know? No, they don’t have to. But let’s face it. Lycra doesn’t lie. So if you show up to the gym in anything other than a muumuu, you can’t be telling tales out of school.

I was diligently counting every calorie and watching my intake of healthy vs. junk foods for a good six months. I lost 20 pounds, started fitting into my old clothes again, bought a few new ones. It was all good. Then, I got invited invited myself over to the House of Prince (who knew we were neighbors!) and gobbled up a piece of beautiful blueberry cheesecake. Embarrassing? Perhaps. Kim was gracious and didn’t ‘notice’ (out loud) the crumbs stuck to my chin, and the kids all played together for a bit. But the guilt set in when I got home.

As I renewed my promises of faithfulness and made my vows of limited sugar, low carbs and more exercise, I wondered silently if monogamy was for me. Then I wondered if all it took to be monogamous was switching the focus of my affections? That’s it! I will only eat cheesecake from now on.

Problem. Solved.