When it comes to following a healthy meal plan, I usually do pretty well in my own kitchen. It helps that I was diagnosed with diabetes long before I met my husband and he understands my many food quirks. Basically, anything tempting is simply not allowed to enter the house, and if it does, it needs to be under the cloak of darkness.

From time to time, however, a forbidden treat manages to sneak in. A platter of jumbo chocolate chip cookies, a bag of dark chocolate truffles, the defrosted top tier of our wedding cake-all dangerous delights that have found their way into my kitchen in the last few weeks.

Just knowing there's something chocolate in the house is enough to get my pulse racing to prime workout proportions. And in the evening, when the day's energy is completely spent, junk food provides the only motivation to get my tired butt off the couch. Suddenly commercial break becomes synonymous with cookie break. If only the walk to the kitchen burned the same calories I was consuming.

It's sad, really, but if I know there are cookies or candy in the cupboard, I will get up in the middle of the night and eat them. I like to call it sleep eating, but in truth, it's just drowsy eating. I know full well what I'm doing, only I lack the willpower to stop.

Then, of course, there's the notion that the faster I eat them all, the sooner they'll stop calling my name. I'm sure throwing them out might have the same effect, but that thought never crosses my mind at the time.

For years, I was able to maintain a super strict diet and I was fine doing so. But once that first piece of chocolate passed my lips, it was all downhill from there.

The only thing that saves me when temptation is in the house is for my husband to hide it from me. Don't tell me where they're hidden. Just bring me three after dinner, please, and nobody gets hurt.