It’s potluck day at work. I’ve already eaten enough perogies and veggies that I’m surprised my co-workers don’t have to roll me around. I’m trying to lose weight for the wedding, and going back for more would be very counter-productive to that cause.
But there is a cheesecake in the lunch room.
It beckons me. I can hear it calling; its sweet, gooey voice echoing in my mind.
I don’t know how much longer I can resist…
Itchy. Tasty.