Around 4 o'clock this afternoon all I could think about was a slab of cake with chocolate frosting. Considering I had planned to stop by the gym after work, I bargained that if I baked the cake from scratch it would some how work itself out. And that is probably why there are pants in my closet that don't fit. Nothing to do with metabolism.
Well, cake baked and enjoyed. Now if only I had poured myself a glass of milk.
