Cheese with your whine?

I'd rather have cake, thanks. After whining yesterday about the shpping excursion, I want my long-suffering readers to know that I did indeed go out and run in the afternoon. I went 3 1/2 miles, which was fairly short for me but I developed a nasty, nasty blister and that called for stopping and putting my feet up. As much as you might think this sort of whining followed by action might help the weight thing and therefore my self-image, I should also admit that I sampled all 3 (!) desserts on offer at Bunko last night. I didn't run nearly far enough to combat that indulgence. Oops.