I am the Cheesecake.

No matter how much really solid planning I do in advance of a party, I am powerless in front of tiny foods.

Yesterday was a friend's baby shower. I ate a sensible breakfast and a balanced lunch in preparation for the party at 2. I didn't want to be starved when faced with a table filled with treats.

Yet as soon as I saw tiny little cheesecakes and tiny little quiches, all bets were off. I can't resist wee foods. Miniature chocolate bars, tiny desserts, bitty little appetizers--ahhh. I love them all.

So, I ate a lot more yesterday than I intended, but I'm taking it in stride. It was one indulgence in a week of healthy choices.

I'm back in the saddle today and l'm looking forward to another good week. I'm glad I'm learning not to beat myself up for slips.

In other news: Tonight is the finale of Survivor. I am a-quiver with glee!

And now I'm off to do laundry and bake some banana bread and soak up what remains of my weekend!