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I have a confession to make.

Against my better judgment, I have reluctantly (half) nodded in agreement when a dining companion has refused dessert. It’s happened to me more than once.

I hear the words, “Oh, no dessert, thank you – just the check, please.” And unconscious of any intentional physical movement, my chin is faintly moving up and down, signaling to the server that, of course “just the check” will suffice as the sorry conclusion to this meal. All the while, mentally, I’m agonizing about the far-from-indulgent, unpalatable PIECE. OF. PAPER. that’s about to grace the table in front of me and simultaneously, secretly hoping (praying) that a couple mints will accompany the tab.

These days, there is no guilt or peer pressure or reluctance or acquiescence. “Would anyone care for dessert?” Would be pregnant pauses have been replaced with a confident “I would! I would very much care for dessert!” I am doing my best to live by my personal motto – to literally and ‘figure’atively (no pun intended) – never skip dessert.