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I can highlight several incidents in my life that strengthened my love for sweets. As a young guy, I remember sitting around my aunt Sandy's table, eating "cake toppings". Cake decorators cut the tops of their cakes. Sandy would have a big pile of them. And a bowl of frosting. Incident #1.

During my mother's marriage to her second husband, she and I would grocery shop together. We would stop and get frozen custard before we would go to the store. Double dips. Then again on the way home. This gave way to eating large bags (1 pound plus) of peanut M&Ms.

I eventually found myself eating large amounts of sweets.  Whole cakes. Dozens of cookies. I would eat until I was sick. This continued until very recently.

Over the past few days, I have been toying with the "dessert bite" concept. Each day, if I wish, I may have a bite of a dessert. This will allow for the taste, but not the excessive calories. I think there might be something to this. 

I think this will be making the better choice.