“Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands - and then eat just one of the pieces.” ~ Judith Viorst
Boy, do I struggle with this! To those who know me, and not necessarily know me well, are aware of the fact that chocolate has its own special food group in my heart. Normally, I am not what people call a “foodie.” I eat food as a necessity and sometimes to waste time. However, chocolate is the exception. Milk chocolate is the king of this castle; while dark chocolate, chocolate with caramel, chocolate with raspberry, chocolate with peanut butter, chocolate with almonds, and yes, even white chocolate are merely knights of square chocolate bar table. Nothing could possibly be more satisfying to my taste buds. My mouth as well as my brain feel a sigh of relief and I am instantly calmed. A sinking feeling in my shoulders. A smile even viewable in my eyes. The perfect fix after a long day, a bad day, a rainy day, what have you. As my mother has always told me, “chocolate is never wrong.” Out of every single piece of advice that I have ever been given, this one is foolproof. Hence, my default present to give someone on a holiday: chocolate. But, for obvious health and nutritional reasons, I try to cut back on my chocolate intake. And, being one of those people who is not easily swayed by other’s opinions, I could care less what people think of my chocolate consumption. Yet, I have become ever so embarrassed and “guilty” about my love for chocolate after reading an article that claimed that the majority of people who “crave” and eat a lot of chocolate are trying to replace or emulate feelings of being in love and to its extreme, desire sex. Uh oh. So now I can’t just eat chocolate without the rest of society thinking I’m a horny weirdo? Why can’t I just love chocolate like other people love water and not be ridiculed? Just out of spite, I’ll go eat a piece of Dove chocolate. Mmm…like Bali Ha’i, anyone else hear it calling?
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