Fast forward 10 years and 4 children later:
I am standing in my kitchen feeling hungry, it’s about lunchtime and there is no chocolate in the house. Damn. So instead I nuked an egg and chucked it between two stale pieces of bread and smothered it in tomato sauce and ate it, not high style dining, but food all the same.
I wasn’t really hungry but thought I could go another, this time the egg exploded in the microwave making a huge bloody mess. While cleaning up the egg mess I dropped the microwave dish into the sink full of dishes, nothing broke but the almighty crash woke up The Princess.
Got the Princess up and made her some lunch – a slightly healthier cheese & vegemite sandwich and celery sticks. I decided that I was still kind of peckish, in search of something quick, easy and not celery. I found the butter popcorn.
“1 to 5 minutes” it says on the label, do not leave un-attended. Fine, whatever.
So I chuck it in the microwave for 3 minutes and walk off to try and prevent The Princess feeding the royal Border Collie anymore of her sandwich. Back into the kitchen and I open the microwave, smoke pours out of the door to greet me. Oh Joy.
So I turned off the smoke detector and took the popcorn outside. I decided the universe was trying to tell me something which was either; STOP EATING CRAP YOU DONT NEED! or possibly AVOID THE MICROWAVE, ITS OUT TO GET YOU!
The universe has spoken. THIS HAS TO END. NOW.
If I can go a week, I can go two, and three and so on, can’t I? My mother has always said, “Everything in moderation.” and that is fine, a true statement for many, but not one applied to alcoholics and I think one that may not apply to me as a chocoholic.
Breastfeeding my daughter has also left me
boobless at an appropriate weight/ BMI and since I got hubby desexed am not having any more children, the last 3 times I’ve had this opportunity, I've blown it. This is my last ‘get out of fat free’ card and the time has come to make the decision.
NO MORE CHOCOLATE.
By about blogging this, I feel it will help me stay on the straight and narrow and lose my Drab chocoholic status and turn it into a Fab health conscious one. I will also try and walk to the letterbox
occasionally more often.
Are you a chocoholic too? How do you beat the cravings? How do you get the smell of burnt popcorn out of your house?
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