Its fudge, its marble, its more fudge.

Hubby’s birthday was Monday. I made him a fudge marble cake with chocolate frosting. My first mistake was...making a fudge marble with chocolate frosting. Oh my. I don’t refer to a lot of things as "wicked", but every time I walk past the cake sitting on my kitchen counter my eyes narrow and I mutter non-serious curses such as "wicked" or "evil" or "just awful". In all honesty, its some of the best food on earth, in my opinion.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bragging. I used a box mix and one of those gloriously easy containers of ready-made frosting. My efforts consisted of reading the box, applying 3 ingredients, mixing it all together in my kitchenaid mixer, and slapping it in a 9x13 pan. Not difficult. But after letting it cool, generously applying the entire container of frosting (my mother would be so ashamed), and slicing gargantuan pieces for hubby and me, I must say I did a bang up job.

I have only allowed myself one piece per day. Trust me, this is a struggle. I could eat 3 or 4 if I really let myself go. Instead everyday on my lunch break I cut myself a substantial piece of fudge-covered-heaven and revel in its pleasantness. Why on my lunch break? Because no one else can see how big the piece is that I allow myself to snack on. The only evidence is the size of the hole left behind. Fortunately for me, hubby has not yet figured out how to monitor my daily allowance. He takes very moderately sized pieces (I know because I calculate this every day). I think he does it because he knows I love this stuff so much.

At my last doctor’s appointment they told me that I had gained 1/2 a pound so far in the pregnancy. That was nearly 4 weeks ago. I dare say I won’t be hearing anything considered to be even in that ballpark next week when I step on the scale. I would like to be able tell you that I am eating for two so this bad behavior is allowed. But truly, even if I were eating for just myself, the size of the piece of cake would still be embarrassingly large.

I'm not worried what you will think about me and my confession. I am more concerned about what to do when I finish off the sucker.