Stood firm last night by passing up Buckley’s Chocolate Tuxedo Cake (buttermilk chocolate cake and buttercream frosting) and thought about Chap. 17: “…having resisted the temptation, I’d realized it hadn’t been that hard to pass up. It hadn’t been a knock-down-drag-out fight. I’d simply been dealing with a “strong whim.” If I wasn’t able to stand up to a strong whim, where was I?
