i need a spanking

I was bad today. Well, not "ziggy piggy" bad, but I definitely overstepped the boundaries a little bit. Breakfast and lunch went OK. I'm starting every day with some lowfat strawberry yogurt with raspberries, blackberries, blueberries and some nonfat blueberry muesli and water. Then I went to the gym and met my friend Elsie at Cheesecake Factory for lunch.
No, CCF is not where the food adultery occurred. I had 6 oz of chicken and a tossed green salad with no croutons with the low calorie mustard vin on the side and green tea. I went to work feeling great and satisfied. We were pretty busy which kept my mind off pulling something from the bread cart, but the Scarlet Letter began to form on my uniform when we closed the buffet.
We don't normally do a buffet, but since it's a busy weekend, they opened the room to take some of the pressure off of the kitchen. It closed at 9:30 and I really wanted some corn with cotija cheese. So, I go into the room to get a scoop of corn and a 3 oz piece of prickly pear BBQ salmon. I could feel the eyes of the desserts on me as I walked across the room. I swear one even whistled. In an attempt to stave off their advances, I tried to make them jealous by making more than just eye contact with a few pieces of fruit. Mmmm, natural sugars.
The banquet chefs were cleaning up, so I was hoping that they would remove these foul temptresses so I couldn't hear their siren's song, but yet they remained. Granted, they are mini versions. I gave myself the "lifestyle" line again and ate a bite of chocolate cheesecake. Ok, two bites. Then I ate the meringue off three lemon meringue "shooters." AAAAAND I got a chocolate mudslide "shooter" as well. AAAAAAND there was a cookie in the room while I was doing my rollups and I had a bite of that (just one, I swear.)
As I was walking to my car, I realized something. I didn't feel good. All that sugar sitting there. Blech. And it wasn't NEARLY as much as I WOULD have consumed before, so I guess that's a win... Until I got home. I began to feel the sugar crash and... well... remember that ice cream I was talking about a couple nights ago? Yeah. Let's just say it's not in my freezer anymore. And I feel like crap. My belly hurts and I'm wondering how freaking late I'm going to be up.
I'm not going to blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-al-co-hol. But I will blame it on my friend "Ginger." Or my Aunt Flo. Or my ride on the crimson wave. You choose. But the reality is I can really only blame my lack of willpower or my sugar addiction or whatever.
This is where I come to the crossroads. Normally, I'd throw in the towel and beat myself up that I failed again and head to Jack in the Box. But this time is different. I'm going to celebrate the fact that I had several "wins" today. 1.) I had a healthy, delicious breakfast. 2.) I went to the gym. 3.) I had a healthy, delicious lunch. 4.) I stopped myself when I could have kept going and going and going with all the sweets leftover from the buffet.
Tomorrow is a new day. A fresh start. And it'll start with a healthy delicious breakfast and hopefully end with the feeling of pride that I was able to turn a blind eye to the mermaids luring me in from the dessert corner of the buffet (which we're having for the next two days... oy.)