I used to love having different desserts after most dinners. So did Alexander. My favorites included a slice or two of Schick’s 7-layer cake or chocolate roll (that I could only find at Zabar’s), a cupcake from Crumbs ( an intimate little bakery on the eastside), or a slice of Agata’s opera cake or tiramisu. But all that stopped on September 16th when I became serious about losing weight.
Every Wednesday when I go to my Weight Watchers meeting, I stop by the nearby Corner Café and Bakery. It is there that I pick up two slices of angel food cake: one with a lemon frosting, the other with chocolate. I make those two pieces last the week. I even over-count the points. For example, If I split a slice in two (which I typically do), I count each half as ¾. It compensates for the fact that a slice from a bakery may be bigger than normal, and that bakery-made frosting may be more points than store-bought. A few months ago, I’d cut off and toss all the frosting. Now I scrape every last piece off the thin paper wrap.
This morning, the snow has finally stopped falling and the sidewalks have all been cleared. I go to the local supermarket and buy Alexander a gallon of mint chocolate chip ice-cream. As he's been reminding me, my dessert-sacrifices needn’t be his.
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