I did this to myself. I've stayed within my calorie range all weekend without a problem. In the face of enormous temptation (oven-roasted potatoes) and incredible odds (roasted porky goodness). Yay, right?
Then I went and baked a banana cake with cream cheese frosting, thinking I could hold off until Choreboy gets home tonight. I hate to admit it, but I might have been wrong.
So far I haven't given in. The cake is setting up in the fridge, beautifully frosted, and utterly droolworthy. I've eaten normally today, and normally I'd be fine.
Normally, however, doesn't include cream cheese frosting on my list of temptations. Normally doesn't usually mean I'm looking at more roasted pork (which runs at 90 calories an ounce, people) for dinner.
I have from 472 to 822 calories left today. It's totally doable, especially on the higher end, if I don't screw up and snack myself into a frenzy. I'm just worried I'm not going to make it.
That cake's looking awfully good.
*Note: I didn't take the picture, but it was taken of the same cake that I baked -- the recipe is here.
One of my favorite scenes
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