Tuesday, August 20, 2013
No, I am not talking about an LBD
, I am talking about a gorgeous, delectable, oh-so-fancy
. As I was shopping the other day, I walked right by the in-store bakery. "Walked right by", those being the operative words. Those seductive little calorie-bombs were not even safely contained in the bakery cabinet, some had escaped and they were lying around, on several different display tables, with their come-hither frosting, and their sugary promises of momentary transport into Sugarland. I swear they were whispering my name. But, I did not succumb to their siren song, I walked right on by, though I did cast a longing glance their way. I know them all too well. Sure, they are sweet on the
and dance along the tastebuds, but once they settle in on the belly, or the booty, or the bicep area, all of a sudden, they don't look quite so cute. As a matter of fact, they look awful. They don't feel so good, either. So, while pizza might have had its way with me later that evening, at least it wasn't competing with cupcakes as to who got to attach to my fat cells, first.