It's depressing if you think about it. This chunk of cake in my hand has about 225 calories. I need to run for 30 minutes on the treadmill at 6 miles per hour to work it off. I could have chosen an apple for dessert but I had to pick this one. And a large piece at that. I look down on it and see that I've already chomped my way through half the slice. I go to the kitchen and I cut out an even larger piece. I offer it to you. Your eyes are glued to the TV screen and you take the plate from me without so much as a glance in my direction. From the corner of my eyes, I watch you eat it. I wait till you have finished your cake. And then I take bite from my own. It tastes much better already.