Whoopie Pie Oh My!

I just love how we (ok well I!) have to sabotage my work out efforts.  I equate working out with calories burned  and therefore earned. Then despite efforts to be good (which lasts nanoseconds) I go shopping and find the Whoopie Pies.  I stare at the Whoopie Pies.  They stare back with those big, brown chocolate eyes and sweet cream filling smiles.  And I'm a sucker for sweet.  So much for my Zumba class today.  I can just kiss those calories goodbye or in this case hello.  Well nothing ventured, nothing gained?  Or should it be something ventured (a workout), something gained (Whoopie Pie pounds).   Zumba = whoopie pie.  So technically I'm even.  Now I need to resist the rest of the pack.  I could dump them in the trash.... but... ohhhhh they are just so delightfully tempting.   I just might turn into Miranda on Sex And The City when she dumps the brownies in the trash and keeps going back to take bites  ("You'll probably need this information when you check me into the Betty Crocker clinic" )http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfk5iseN87k.  Thank goodness, no Betty Crocker for me (yet!), the kids just got home from school and they are devouring the Whoopie Pies! I knew there was a good reason I had kids in the first place.  WHOOPIE!  (and that's how they got here!).