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"Men. They so rarely understand the anxieties of dieting.  I know mine doesn&amp;#039;t. He&amp;#039;s 6&amp;quot;3&amp;#039; and 165 pounds, so he&amp;#039;s like a rail (or, as my grandmother would&amp;#039;ve said, he&amp;#039;s &amp;quot;lanky&amp;quot;). And he can eat like a madman -- cookies and cake at midnight are no rare affair for him.  But the problem is that I can&amp;#039;t -- and shouldn&amp;#039;t -- eat the way he does. If I eat like that at midnight, my thighs are bigger the next day (well, practically) and I end up with a stomachache. But sometimes I find it hard to resist eating treats with him. For example, last night:  We were watching Top Chef on Bravo. About halfway through (after the Quick Fire challenge), he wanted a snack. I couldn&amp;#039;t really blame him -- we were watching a cooking show, after all. But we had nothing in the house because, the day before, I went on a mad rage and threw out all junk food so that I wouldn&amp;#039;t be tempted. So he decides to venture to the late night market to satisfy his craving. Ten minutes later, he comes back with a grocery bag in hand, and tosses a pack of Snackwells to me. How thoughtful, I think. He picked up a treat for me, too, and even remembered to get the &amp;quot;good&amp;quot; cookies with less calories. I gobble two of the cookies and sit back down on the couch to resume watching the show.  Next thing I know, he brings out an Entenmann&amp;#039;s Devil&amp;#039;s Food cake, on a platter, with two forks and a daisy (I love daisies). He says, &amp;quot;Surprise! Remember this cake? A long time ago you told me that you loved Entenmann&amp;#039;s Devil&amp;#039;s Food Cake when you were growing up. So I found one for you!&amp;quot; Now, I tell you, what woman can resist that? He&amp;#039;s right about that memory, and it was something I had told him when we were first dating years ago. The fact that he remembered it now was so touching. So I hugged him and picked up a fork to take a bite. I mean, what else could I do? I couldn&amp;#039;t say: Thanks, but no thanks Or, Thanks but I really can&amp;#039;t eat that Or, How thoughtful of you -- now get that out of my face! A million things went through my head, but I feared that if I said anything of the sort, it would come across the wrong way. So I figured it&amp;#039;d be better to just take a bite or two, and end it there. That way, he&amp;#039;d be happy with his thoughtfulness, and my waistline wouldn&amp;#039;t hate me the next day.  Well, I ended up having a whole slice rather than just a bite or two. And yes, I woke up this morning with a stomachache.  I feel slightly guilty about it today but, on the other hand, waking up this morning to the daisy in a vase on the nightstand, and my thoughtful husband next to me, made that guilt disappear pretty quickly. How I was good today: Fruit and one slice of multi-grain toast for breakfast.  How I was bad today: Didn&amp;#039;t have protein at breakfast, so I ended up starving at lunch. Had a calzone. It was good going down but now I feel terrible. What I managed to avoid: Anything with sugar. After last night&amp;#039;s cake, I don&amp;#039;t want sugar ever again. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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