And with flavors like white chocolate raspberry and my personal favorite....red velvet, it's a good thing there is some distance between us, otherwise I might end up being another "Biggest Loser" success story waiting to happen.
On our way to the beach one day, Karl stopped by and got me a personal one to go. Not wanting the littles to see, I slipped it into my beach bag while devising a way to eat it inconspicuously. Well, the pefect moment never came and after a long day at the beach, dinner, pool and spa, Karl walks in to find me in the hotel bathroom (fan on) sitting on the toilet (the lid was closed by the way), crumb covered face and all, devouring this thing entirely with my hands, which were now covered in frosting. He started laughing uncontrollably and says " boy, I wish I had a picture of you right now". Feeling like such a binger on a binge-fest who gets caught (which I am not by the way, this was my "me time" plus there were no forks) I lamely reply...."Oh.....I saved you some" as I held up the container offering up the last bite.