So this is the cake I made for my Baby. He loved it, in fact he is eating it now as well. So did everyone else, but it was very hard. Don't know why.
Anyway I was hungry this morning, and I had a huge apple on one side, and the remaining bits of the cake on the other side. I kept turning my head to either sides, unable to decide on what exactly to eat, and finally decided, very reluctantly, on the apple.
A friend of mine keeps asking from when had I become so weight conscious, because I was probably the only girl at school, who still found pleasure in filling my stomach with chocolates, cakes and all the junk food possible. And exercise was like a relative I would never meet. But now... I don't know why. But I am fine with it. Or I think!!