Busted for Chocolate Cake

So there I was, feeling like a mess after another exhausting day at the gym. My trainer had set up this strict diet plan to prep me for an upcoming competition, and I felt like I could just barely hold it together some days. Tonight was supposed to be no carbs or sugar whatsoever, but as I passed by the kitchen on my way home, the smell of freshly baked chocolate cake hit me like a punch in the gut. Before I knew it, I had that slice in hand, covered in frosting and dripping with joy. And then I saw her, my boss walking right towards me with an expression that said she already knew what was up. Crap, how do you even explain this to someone who expects nothing but discipline? My heart sank as I realized my secret indulgence had just blown wide open.