A confession

This is what I discovered in my pantry late last night:

I ate half of it, with a spoon, standing alone in the kitchen at 11:30pm. It tasted funny, kind of like chemicals. I didn't remember buying it. I looked for an expiration date. August 2008. Gross!

I guess I'm not cured after all, not if I can still do stuff like this.

So much for losing a pound a week. I'll probably gain a pound this week...if I don't die from eating rancid frosting.