Carrot Cake Hell

Today I entered carrot cake hell.

It all started when I went down to get my healthy soup from the overpriced, organic food store in Port Melbourne (leftovers for dinner means nothing for lunch. I really have to get my cooking patterns sorted). I already knew what I wanted. Soup. No bread (watching carbs). The thought of cake hadn't even entered my mind, which is unusual for me. So I was a bit caught off guard when I saw these gigantic carrot cake muffins upon which sat a big, ol' pile of cream cheese icing.
"Yum!" me-one said.
"No!" me-two said. "You don't eat things like that anymore."
"But I'll have a healthy dinner, and I love carrot cake, and I haven't had it in ages, and it will be worth it because it tastes so good, and I'll save half for tomorrow, and I'll go to the gym and please? Please? PLEASE? I NEED IT!!" And so it went on, but as strong minded as me-two tried to be, me-one was victorious.
So I spent $6 on this muffin and didn't even last the duration of time it took for the waiter to heat my soup before I was finger deep in cream cheese icing.

The carrot cake was dry. The cream cheese icing came off all over the bag. A pang of disappointed ran through my body. I even had thoughts of going to the bakery next door where I know they have kick-ass carrot cake so that my cravings would be satisfied. M1 & M2 had another battle about how to justify that. But I didn't, because how would I explain why I had 2 pieces of carrot cake upon my return to the office. So I went back to the office and ate the whole dry muffin, even the bits that had a slight hint of charcoal. What a waste of calories!

And here I sit right now, still just as unsatisfied, reduced to eating honey off a spoon to try and fill the void.

If only I had a squeez-e bottle, I could cut out the middle man.