Alright so that last post may have been a little dramatic.
The cloud seems to have dissipated a bit. Not saying the blog block has, but at least my mood has improved. A little. Don't be getting your hopes up. There is no evidence of sunshine and rainbows shooting out my arse. Course if that was the case it would be awesome cause surely I would make a million dollars being a side show freak.
Okay. So here is my issue today. I've been dieting for oh now what 10 years? Actually just the past 6 months or so and I would like to report that it is going quite well. The weight is coming off, slowly but surely. Everyone in my immediate family knows I'm trying to watch what I eat. They also know of my chocolate addiction. If it is chocolate and in a half mile radius I WILL EAT IT. I don't care if you have dibs on it or its been laying on the floor for a half day I WILL EAT IT. I solve this problem by never buying the stuff. We don't keep chocolate candy, Little Debbies, Hostess Cakes, chocolate chip cookies, semi-sweet baking chips, chocolate ice cream, or chocolate syrup in the house. In addition we keep no chips or other junk food. My kids snack on graham crackers, pretzels, raisins, nuts, fruit, and yogurt.
So you would think that I'm in a safe zone at home. Since its not here, I can't eat it and therefore I can't sabotage my diet. Unfortunately every now and then the hubby gets a craving and since he works at a grocery store, he will come home with a whole bag full of goodies he intends all for himself. The other night it was cream cheese danishes and a Kit Kat. The danishes I passed up because I'm not going to waste calories on danish no matter how good they taste. But once I saw the Kit Kat it was all over with. That chocolate was mine! All mine. And then after I ate it, the guilt set in. So I turned to the hubby and asked him exactly why he thought it was okay to bring the one thing I can't resist in to the house. He asked why I didn't have the willpower not to eat it. He speculated that it really wasn't that hard to leave it alone because if I really wanted to lose weight and was committed being around chocolate shouldn't be a problem for me. Ummmm wrong. BECAUSE IT'S CHOCOLATE YOU JACKASS! It's like denying a man a drink of water in the desert. Equivalent to putting a glass of premium whiskey in front of an alcoholic. Setting a t-bone in front of a hungry dog and telling him not to eat it. You're going to get your hand bit off if you bring home chocolate and try to keep it away from me.
So as I said, I ate it. And I felt guilty. Does anyone else have this problem or is it just me that attacks any and all chocolate?