Have you met me?
Well, no, I guess most of you haven't.
Chocolate and I aren't good friends. We're lifelong friends. (Clear and Present Danger)
We have a love/hate relationship. I love it and I hate what it does to my butt!
Chocolate calls to me. It haunts me. It whispers promises in my ear.
I was a smoker for many years and that addiction wasn't anything compared to my chocolate addiction.
I will leave my house for chocolate.
I will bribe my own son for his chocolate.
I will make my husband stop on the way home from his 12 hour work day to get me chocolate.
I equate eating chocolate with shooting heroin. Immediately euphoric followed by withdrawal in a few hours.
Chocolate is my therapy.
My perfect food.
My friend with benefits.
My enemy that I keep close.
I would tell you more...but I've gotta go. I'm out of chocolate.