My hell is covered in whipped cream

So, I've been doing this diet thing and trying to make healthy decisions and do a real lifestyle change so that I will live long and be prosperous...just like Spock wants me to. I'm currenly involved in this challenge that requires that you do all these excercises and eat according your personalized meal and not have any junk food. OK, you don't have to do all of that but if you don't, you're a loser...a big fat one (literally - ok not really, but kind of since the whole point for most of us is to lose weight and obviously if you want to lose weight you think you're fat, thus making you a big FAT loser). Whimbug (love you girl!) knows what I'm talking about even if nobody else does, and since nobody else matters (not really, but shhh...don't tell her) feel free to stop reading here (ok, please don't I promise there's a point to all of this).

Anyway, I gracefully threw my junk food point out the window as I stopped at my local Starbuck's for my usual venti non-fat white mocha w/out whip. I take into consideration the calories and work it into my daily plan when I get one. I know this sounds like a lot of work, but it really isn't. I just plan my food and snacks like most people plan meetings. It's pretty nice actually. OK, so anyway. The evil being behind the counter gave me whipped cream, I didn't notice that she did when she made it so I was already in my car on my way to work before I tasted. Too late to take it back. And my oh my I didn't want to take it back. I'm not one of those freaks that is going to stress over a little whipped cream and while I could have scooped it off, I didn't want to. It was so damn good. Now I have to go back to my non-whipped cream days for two reasons, the first being I'm not going to give into the calorie and fat laden sin that is whipped cream (I'm pretty sure the original commandment was Thou shalt not covet thy neighbors whipped cream covered ass), and how stupid is it to order non-fat and then have them dump the fat right back on top? The problem is that now I want the whipped cream. I want whipped cream where ever I can get it. I. NEED. THE. WHIPPED. CREAM. I just hope my husband doesn't mind sticky sweet sheets.

Hi, my name is Katrina and I'm a big fat whipped cream licking loser.