C is for Cupcake

C is for Cupcake... in August. I wanted to write on August 2nd (I have a thing for even numbers... don't ask,) but time got away from me... Regardless, I'll tell you that I have a habit of looking ahead to where I will be a month from now... in this case, on September 2nd I will be at a wedding. A big, fat, Jewish wedding with a bridal party bigger than a rock band and several single Jewish men, all 5'9" and under of course... a mother's paradise, a daughter's nightmare. As much as the height of most Jewish men, (there is the exception to the rule) concerns me on a daily basis, (another reason why I am drawn to TALL boys) my main source of worry is the fact that 2 months ago I set a goal with myself to look VERY different for this wedding, than I did back on June 2nd. So now it's August 2nd, and well, I am better off than I was then, but not nearly close enough to where I know I could be, and want to be. So, because of this overwelming sense of failure that occurs day in and day out, I like to then torment myself with the question, why? It is torment, you know, although I try to alternate torment with positive thinking... like, 'I still have a month to get there, and everyday counts, and I CAN do this.' Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. So far, I'm OK. It's funny though, I can run a marathon- which is really all a mental game- but I can't let go of food. If I so desperately want to, then why can't I?

I'll give you a cupcake if you can tell me the answer.