Dancing with food

I want to jump inside a whipped cream mountain with a spoon and eat my way out. I love all the wrong foods. I love chocolate and nuts and caramel and sundaes on Saturday. Why does everything that is bad for me taste so darn good? I must admit that fruit does not do it for me. I was raised by a mother who loved to bake. She had a sweet tooth....well she had false teeth top and bottom so I guess the sweet tooth won out. Anyhow, I must work harder, exercise more and walk faster to burn off those troublesome calories that pack onto me when I indulge in the finer things of life. But who cares and who is counting? You need to have a few pleasures in life and mine most certainly rotates around good food, good company and good grief....where is that bromide? Well sometimes you have to pay a little price for overindulgence.