Tomorrow we’re having company for dinner. Company for dinner. Three words that fill me with happy anticipation—and, at the same time, fill me with foreboding. You see, I am a marvelous cook. I think I have magic fingers. Everything I touch turns out incredibly delicious. It is almost impossible for me to whip up a batch of anything without eating half the dough and another half of the finished product. Therefore, when company comes, and I make some of my yummiest recipes, I delight in the eating but burn in hell over the resulting extra calories. However, when I plan ahead and commit myself to no nibbles, telling Allen to monitor me, I do pretty well.
Today I make my stand against the temptations and horrors of tomorrow. I will not eat one piece of my divine homemade bread or one spoonful of potato salad. I will not eat a bite of cake or lick one dab of frosting off my fingers. I will have a green salad with low-calorie dressing, Sugar Free Jell-O, and that is all.