Chocolate Cake

I think that many people get the impression that I am a health food nut, so they naturally think that I don't eat too much junk food. Think again...
The reason there is no junk food in my house is because it gets eaten as soon as it enters the door. I'm not kidding. Even having a chocolate chips stash is a problem for me. I know it's there, and as my tummy rumbles, I think about it all day.

Common Occurrence:
Dallin (just home from school): Where are all those cookies?
Me: What cookies? (innocent smile)
Dallin: The ones we made yesterday.
Me: That mean, nasty cookie thief snuck in again. I told him to leave you some, but he is heartless!

Repeat however may times you want, except substitute in chocolate chips, cake, ice cream, etc. for cookies. You get the idea.

So the truth of it is, I just can't buy junk food. If I don't buy it, it never gets eaten, and the problem is solved. The reason I think of this now is that on Saturday I made that wonderful chocolate cake I usually make just for birthdays and very special occasions. I ended up not needing for the event I had planned on using it for, so it sat dormant and I exercised every bit of self control that I had not to eat it.
Finally, we had two of Dallin's sisters over on Monday. They ate two little pieces. That was enough for me to open the flood gates. The ENTIRE cake was gone by the time Dallin got home from work on Tuesday. Yes, nearly a whole chocolate cake. It is amazing that I am not obese by now. I credit my wonderful genetics and nothing else. I am scared that my lack of self control will come back to kick me in the butt when I reach my thirties, so I am working on it.

Dorothy on the other hand doesn't like to eat. If it were up to her, she would live on a diet comprised solely of water, goat cheese (ew, I know, but she loves it and it doesn't make her puke), and rice milk. I'm finally trying some pediasure-type stuff to see if I can get some more calories in her.