Temptation

A couple of months ago I got turned onto something called Chester Slice, that they sell at the "Ned Kelly Bakery" around the corner from me.

I'm not really sure why I chose to try it, because it doesn't look all that appetising. It's basically a vanilla slice bottom with icing on top, but instead of custard in the middle there is a type of dark fruit cake. Anyway, it is delicious, and now I'm hooked.

Until now this hasn't posed a huge problem to my waistline because the only place I could get this item was around the corner from my house, limiting my consumption to weekends. But this week I found out that the Price's Bakery in Southern Cross Food Court sells them as well.

This could pose a problem for me, it's kind of like how Robert Downey Jr would feel if they opened up a cocaine shop next door to his house. I've had two this week already, the most recent one being about half an hour ago. And I think I need to set myself some limits here, or all the trips to the gym in the world aren't going to help me. Why is everything that is tasty so bad for me? I don't understand things like that.