It's a going-away lunch for Star photographer Roger Darrigrand and I'm oh, so tempted. But since I signed up for Shrinkdown, I've said no to quite a few things - Hershey's dark chocolate, second helpings, most anything that comes from a drive-through window.
This one was hard, though.
Three of our guys ordered dessert. Not just any old sweet thing, either, but a scrumptious, gooey, heavenly-looking concoction lovingly dressed in a cloud of whipped cream.The name of the treat - Simply Sinful - was the first clue I shouldn't indulge.
The second - I've actually made some progress in this Shrinkdown effort and don't want to blow it.
Then there's the prospect of soaring up but certainly crashing down from the sugar rush. They pay me to actually produce some work after lunch, and I knew one way to scuttle that is to load up with sugar.
So I'm tooting my own horn this afternoon, even bragging that the trip to and from our little party was on foot.
I'm praying now that my magnet to the snack machine loses its power.