So far I've held my own, simply by refusing to take a single bite of any of it because I know what will happen if I do. For example, one of my sweet treats at the end of the day is a York Peppermint Patty, which I greatly look forward to. Well, I ate one last night before bed, and after it was nicely in my stomach, instead of being satisfied I thought I was going to stagger into the kitchen, Frankenstein-fashion, and gobble up the entire lemon cake.
It was like pouring gasoline on a fire. I gave a little ground by satisfying myself with a bag of 100-calorie popcorn instead. But I tell you what, I have to practice iron will when they come to visit.
