Here it is, Valentine's Day. So I am inspired to write about my nemesis, and my love, chocolate. My obsession with chocolate has definitely helped me pack on some pounds in my life. One time, as a little kid, I took a huge chocolate bar in my room and ate from it to my heart's content. My mom later found the remains of the bar and was flabbergasted at how much I ate. "You're going to get sick if you ate that much." Nope, not even close, mom. I was fine. Never better!!!
I heard a story on NPR one time about how the guy who invented M&M's experimented with recipes until he came up with one that people could not stop eating!!! See, it's not all my fault. I would bet that probably a lot of our favorite processed foods were "perfected" this way too.
I won't go into every unsavory detail about every time I've lost control with chocolate, but I will say that it played a big part in my gaining a LOT of weight in my 20's. Some evil genius put a box full of candy bars in the break room of the bookstore where I worked--an OPEN BOX--and we were to pay for whatever we took on the honor system. It was a miniscule break room with only enough room for a table, and maybe 2 people. So I would sit there on break, usually alone, with this damn box of candy bars staring me in the face. I would lose track of how many I had eaten, then later just shove in a twenty. I was paying money to this evil genius to hurt my own health. Ugh. Not one of my better episodes.
These days I'm doing better with it. I try to only have dark chocolate, the darker the better. It actually satisfies me, whereas milk chocolate spurs me on to eat more and more. I'm trying not to slip backwards into addiction, chocolatey or otherwise.
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