THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT 9:30pm that always gets me in trouble. The kids are in bed, dinner was a couple hours ago, and then, almost like clockwork, the craving comes. Dessert. In the grand scheme of things, this is a small, insignificant problem. But at 9:30pm, after a tough day at work, a sweat-fest at the gym and plopping down on the couch to relax, the chatter inside my head gets louder, logic gets thinner, and suddenly, I'm in a battle of wills. But you promised to cut back on … [Read more...]