Fit Fare

To my dear sweetness, Mr. Cheesecake,

I have put this off for far too long. I can no longer see you.

No, please do not blame yourself! It’s not you. It’s me.

Ever since I laid eyes on your ample creamy bosom, I felt my heart skipping a beat. I could never resist all those secret meetings we had in the middle of the night. You remember those don’t you?  I would sneak out of bed while my husband would sleep, and I would devour you, one silky bite at a time. In the morning, when all that was left of our liaison was a dirty plate in the sink, I could hear my husband calling out my name accusingly. 

Do you remember the first time we met? My girlfriends raved about you often, though I could never imagine anything better than my then boyfriend, Mr. Ice Cream. However, then you arrived looking ravishing on a dessert plate at my favorite restaurant. I looked into your blueberry eyes and couldn’t tear my gaze away. I felt myself perspire at the table as I saw the cheesy looks that you shot back at me. I hardly noticed that the others were eyeing you too. After that, all I could say about you was that you were just “exquisite”.

Over the years, I learned you had many sides to your personality, Mr. Cheesecake. You arrived dressed in white chocolate and strawberries in the summertime. During the holidays you teased me with pumpkin and ginger flavors. You even cloaked yourself in a dark chocolate robe in the evening hours, giving you more charm then anything I had ever seen.   You would seduce me anywhere I went. All I needed to hear was that you were there, Mr. Cheesecake, and you knew I would come calling.

Alas, I have begun to notice a trend with you though. Within a few days of every time we meet, I notice a change on my bathroom scale. At first I thought it was a coincidence. My friends, though, knew what was happening. They told me the truth about you. They’ve informed me about your personality traits like high fat, calories, and sodium, among others. And they’ve helped me see that these traits would usually be there when you met me, though I was just too blind in love to see it. It was not until I broke my scale that I realized that my friends were right!

Please, do not be angry or upset. I will occasionally take a taste in moderation off a plate of another. The secret meetings have to end though. I have decided that I need to be honest with myself to move forward in becoming healthy. Please accept this letter as the last communication between us. You will always be in my heart, Mr. Cheesecake, and I will never forget you.

With all my adoration,

Angel