I fail at my diet every day at 1pm. Or rather, sometime in between 1pm and 5pm. It’s that weird afternoon time where I’m prepping lunch, thinking about getting dinner ready, and my kiddo is home from school and wanting a snack. There’s a lot of time spent in the kitchen, much of it just sort of puttering around without much of a plan. I have excellent intentions. Make a beet salad. Eat spinach. Peel a carrot. And then I find myself re-discovering cake. And not only does all my good work all morning go out the dang window, but I’m playing an un-winnable game of catchup for the rest…