Yummy Cake Siren

I have gone three weeks without candy or sweets or pastries or dessert or anything thick and gooey and sweet and wonderful. Today, there it is, in the break room, a huge chunk of leftover Yummy Cake from an office party.

I sit at my desk, trying to type, trying to think, trying to not think about the Yummy Cake. It is calling me like the Sirens called Odysseus; luring me to the rocky shoals of dieting.

I must resist. Or is resistance useless?