I agonized a bit about it, and even said no when first offered, but Lil Man persisted, saying that he wouldn't enjoy it as much if I didn't have any, etc etc etc--all the things a 12-year old might say on his birthday when he idolizes his big sister. He wants it, and he wants me to want it. He enjoys it, and he wants me to enjoy it. And so I did. I can't say no that face...unless he's being a little shit making outlandish requests, such as $600 tickets to the Jay-Z concert next month. That 'no' was easy.
There were small victories, however. I took a small piece, a sliver, really, and I didn't eat a bit of icing, nor did I ingest any delicious Bryers Natural Vanilla ice cream with the bean specks I love so much. So I ate cake, but cake only, and since it wasn't Harris Teeter's best (I could actually taste ingredients like flour, instead of the usual plasticine chemicals reserved for kids sheet cakes) but instead purchased at Edible Arts, I felt less guilty. You know, supporting the local economy and all.
We went out to dinner at a high-end Japanese restaurant (ginger salad dressing...gahhhhh) and a movie, and I declined all the wine, beer, popcorn, and chocolate my family could offer. That's something.
Side bar: We saw Avatar and it is, indeed, worthy of (most of) the hype it's been getting. I recommend it.
Tomorrow is a new, sugar-free day. Onward ho. (That's what she said.)
