“Cheesecake! Come over!” Julia sounded excited on the other end of the phone line.
“Why? What are you celebrating?”
“Nothing. I walked by the bakery this afternoon and bought a cheesecake, that’s all.”
I saw a big “10” dancing in front of my eyes. I had been working hard trying to get rid of that 10 pounds I had gained last year. “Nah, I am on a diet. Remember?”
“It’s your favorite kind – New York style with strawberry sauce on top.”
Her voice was smooth… like a piece of good cheesecake. My mouth started watering. “Well, I suppose… no, I can’t,” I said.
Two weeks ago, after a full course of a fine Italian meal, I told myself not to eat any dessert for 6 months. What kind of person would break a promise that she made to herself?
After a short pause, Julia said, “If you don’t want it, I understand.”
“I want it, but I don’t like the consequence.”
“Forget it then,” she said, and hung up the phone.
In my mind, I could still hear her disappointing voice. Worse yet, I heard my own disappointing voice shouting: I WANT CHEESECAKE!
I haven’t had any sweets for two weeks now. Wasn’t it about time to reward myself with something… maybe a piece of cheesecake? Why am I so hard on myself? Life is too short to count calories.
What would be the consequence anyway? Gain 5 pounds? If I do gain 5 pounds, that means I’ll have to get rid of 15 later. Definitely an impossible task!
But, if I enjoy the cake, what is the big deal? I want to be happy, don’t I? Besides, a “small” piece of cheesecake can’t produce that much of damage, can it?
Strawberry sauce… She bought a cheesecake with strawberry sauce on the top? Why? She loves blueberry! Did she get strawberry sauce because of me?
No one is perfect… so what if I am not a determined person. I’ll work on the damage control tomorrow…
So, I happily picked up the phone.
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