Approximate amount of cake I've had since baking it on Thursday: The whole thing. Minus one piece my husband snuck in.
Approximate number of calories: Like a zillion. I don't know how to calculate frosting and everything, but it's got to be a lot.
Approximate amount of cake I ate in cut squares that I put on my plate and ate like a civilized human being: About half.
Approximate amount of cake I just ate out of the pan with a fork: The other half.
Approximate amount I feel guilty about all this cake eating: Not much. I get this craving for the yellow cake and chocolate frosting about once every couple of months and instead of fighting it, I just let it consume me (or, rather, I consume it); I figure fighting urges isn't good for you, and I'd hate to deny myself anything. The cake obsession is a small price to pay to the sanity gods.
Approximate weight I've gained since the eating of the cake: None. Even though I seem cursed to never lose a damned pound, I seem to also be blessed to never gain a damn pound. I will be stuck forever at the same weight -- maybe not the tragedy I once thought it was.
Approximate number of blogs I have written about yellow cake with chocolate frosting: 2. Like the vitamins (3 blog entries) and funny people I see at the gym (25 entries), there are some things that will never lose their interest for me.