Always Eat the Cake


I have been trying incredibly hard lately to do adult things, like making healthy food choices and doing this bizarre thing called running without something chasing you. It is hard and makes me want to cry when no one is looking. But, I have been told more than twice that the time is now, and if I wait until I am forty-five, it is too late. And so here we are, at thirty-five with a pair of decent running shoes and ordering water with lemon instead of cherry coke. 

There is always a breaking point, and for me, it was chocolate cake.

So, I did what any normal desperate adult does at 9:30pm on a Thursday night: I shared my plight on the internet, basically admitting that I had tried, but that there was an entire container of chocolate cake in my fridge (A CONTAINER!) so someone needed to send help. Or a fork. By 9:36pm I had eaten a healthy slice. But the thing that surprised me the most was the multitude of people who, instead of saying, “You can do it! Just eat a healthy snack!” responded with the following:

“You are beautiful! Eat the cake.”

How often are we indulging in the joys that life sprinkles on our everyday? We are so over-focused with being on time, meeting deadlines, maintaining relationships, caring for our home, placing our children first and ourselves last, that we lose that twinkle in our eyes and the spring in our step. You are beautiful.

Eat the cake. 

Last week, our family went to the beach with my brother, sister-in-law, and nieces. It was a trip we had planned for months, saving extra money and counting down the days. It was then, out in the ocean, without distraction, that I realized that all of the kids were out floating, happy, soaking up sun and breathing in the good life. We didn’t argue. We never once had a conversation about worry or regrets, work or bills. We were just frozen in time, in that moment. A moment that would have never happened if we had waited. I am so thankful that we didn’t wait until we were at optimal beach weight, or say “let’s just wait until next summer,” or decide just to stay home because we didn’t want the stress of traveling so far with children.

We ate the cake.

On the final leg of our trip, we made a spontaneous decision to book this two-hour “pirate cruise” for the kids. It was very uncharacteristic of us — to take a gamble on an event on the high seas without at least four friend approvals and no less then fifteen positive TripAdvisor reviews. We watched the kids as they partied with pirates on this boat in the ocean, pulled buried treasure from the waves, face painted, tattooed, sweaty and happy. And I kept thinking, “What if we had waited one more year? Would they have loved it then?” Our time with them is so fleeting, and I feel it every day now. They are almost too heavy to carry. They call me Mom now instead of Mommy. I get my socks and my daughter’s confused because they are essentially the same size. So we danced on the boat. We ate the cake. 

At the close of the boat ride, the pirate captain had them raise their right hand and recite the “Pirate’s Oath:” 

“I solemnly swear to wear clean underwear.

To search for treasure and share the loot,

And drink my drink from a sailor’s boot.

I promise to eat ice cream and chocolate every day,

And pinch my brothers and sisters when my parents are away.

I’ll read my treasure map with just one eye

And be a pirate until the day I die.” 

Take the trip. Be a pirate. Call that friend. Sing at the stoplight. Stay up past your bedtime. Jump in the lake with your clothes on. Wear a two-piece without regret. Stay in the picture. Go on a long hike. And always, always eat the cake. 

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Hey friends! I’m Christie and the proud mama of three amazing children, Eden, August, and Titus. We love to watch 80s commercials on YouTube before bed, grilling on the back deck, a good round of Clue, and loudly playing basketball and jumping on the trampoline, keeping our neighbors on their toes. We currently have zero pets because they all seem to run away, I cannot keep real plants alive, and the kids will be in high school, middle school, and elementary school in the fall, so all thoughts and prayers are welcomed and appreciated. Being a part of Knoxville Moms has been such a blast and I have met some incredible women that have since become some of my dearest friends. Take a look at their stories, you’ll love them just as much as I do!


  1. Two years ago I was in a very serious car accident- where I was airlifted and spent many months in rehab recovering from my injuries. The morning of the accident I went for a run and came back to our friends cabin to the warm, delicious smells of monkey bread- I was 2 months away from turning 40 and was trying to lose a few pounds. I ate a protein bar instead. As I was being loaded into the helicopter- literally coming in and out of consciousness- I remember thinking “I should have eaten the monkey bread…” That has become my mantra- in the grand scheme of life- when all is said and done- did we live, or were we held hostage by the expectations we put upon ourselves? Great article! Thank you for sharing!

  2. Christie I always LOVE your posts & this is one of my favorites. you are amazing and so inspiring. Keep them coming!!!! Love You Sweet Friend:)


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