Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned

What started out last night as a sweet gesture turned out as an all-out massacre on my tummy.

OK, maybe it wasn’t that bad. I sometimes exaggerate.

Yesterday was my husband’s birthday, so, in keeping with my philosophy that special occasions are OK for special treats, I went to a local bakery after work to pick up something for the occasion.

We had already planned to eat dinner out because we had a buy-one-get-one-free dinner coupon that we didn’t want to waste. We would have a small dessert at home, I reasoned.

I stepped into the bakery, and it was like an alcoholic stepping into a bar.

Beads of sweat popped out on my forehead as I perused the pies.

I got the shakes as I neared the iced cookies.

I swear one cake WINKED AT ME.

Instead of screaming and running out of there, I took a deep breath and considered what sane people would do in this situation.

I knew I didn’t want anything that would still be in the house the next day, so I wanted something small, not a whole cake.

I ended up getting three individual servings: one for each of us.

One little tiramisu tower, one little cupcake and one little key lime cheesecake serving.

I brought it home, and away we went to dinner, where we were very responsible, both ordering salads and water with lemon.

But because we used the BOGOF birthday coupon, the servers came out singing at the end, carrying with them a warm, giant brownie slice with ice cream, whipped cream and a cherry, all smothered in gooey chocolate.

Oh no! THAT wasn’t in my plan.

We felt bad just getting up and leaving it there, and after one taste, our son wasn’t about to let us leave anyway.

So I had a few bites … a few OH MY GOD HOW I’VE MISSED YOU bites … and left.

When we got home, the mini desserts were still in the fridge, too, calling my name.

I had two choices – eat ‘em or throw ‘em away – because either way, I wanted them out of the house.

Together, we ate them. They were every bit as delicious as I had imagined.

So, today, instead of wallowing in self pity about what a loser I am, I got back on the treadmill for another 1.9 miles. Tonight I’ll Zumba.

That’s all we can do, right? Make the mistakes we’re inherently going to make, and then get back up, brush ourselves off and keep going.

Just never stop.

Tomorrow morning, we’re heading to the Final Four, so this is my last blog for the week.

On Monday, I’ll weigh in and report back here. I hope you will, too.