The Cupcake

Today at Whole Foods my daughter chose two cupcakes to bring home, one for her and one for her brother. Neither of them liked the cupcakes and promptly returned them to me untouched except for a missing swipe of icing. Hmmmm….what to do now. The cupcakes were huge, made of pound cake with fluffy white icing. And to my brains dismay not filled with artificial ingredients. I decided to cut a sliver, a sliver that most likely delivered one to two hundred calories. It was fantastic. The pound cake was nearly identical to my grandmas…something I hadn’t tasted in 20 years. The icing was the piece de resistance the literal “icing on the cake”. Then the unthinkable happened. An hour later I ate another sliver. This was starting to look a lot like some old behaviors…the type of behaviors that got me to 263. I quickly froze the second cupcake. Then a few hours later I was tempted by yet another sliver. Quickly I fed the remaining cake to my dogs, knowing I was no match for this cupcake. Heretofore I had managed to resist the few baked goods I allowed in the house. Grocery store cakes and cupcakes no longer taste good to me. Even my old favorite Trader Joes bite sixed cupcakes didn’t appeal to me, but this masterpiece of flour and sugar was irresistible. At least it was until about an hour after my last bite when I realized how crappy I felt. My head hurt. I was sluggish. I was grumpy and short tempered with the kids. WOW! I realized I hadn’t had a sugary treat like this in almost two months. The more real food I eat the better I feel and now I felt awful. Quickly I put on my sweats and headed out for a walk. Ahhh that’s better. Lesson learned. Even a delectable treat isn’t worth it if you feel terrible after eating it.