I promise I will restart my weekly ‘normal’ blogs next week. PROMISE.
This week I need to vent…well not really vent, I need to confess.
I cannot stop thinking about…chocolate.
Please for the love of all that is holy forbid me from it! As the result of a ‘hormonal week’ (that’s about as nicely as I can put it) I am having sweet cravings out the wazoo.
This is so abnormal!! I’d give up sugar for 6 months to eat 1 french fry. Dessert does nothing for me typically. I’d much rather be elbows deep in a bag of Lay’s any day of the week. But this week….this week is just plain ridiculous.
I opted for dark chocolate after lunch today…it’s more nutritious, right? I’m afraid to buy a large bag of M&M’s for fear I’ll tilt it into my mouth like a feed bag and eat them like a dog eats a biscuit.
Going to the grocery store earlier was a mistake…instead of focusing on dinner I found myself wandering down the ‘snack’ aisle staring at the 5lb bags of candy and wondering how many would fit in the basket. Thank goodness I’m gluten-free or Little Debbie would have promptly sent me a thank you card after the chunk of change I would have dropped on boxes of Swiss Cake Rolls.
The voice in my head loudly yelled, ‘Ma’am, step away from the chocolate’. I half expected to look up and see the grocery store employees coming at me with scanners drawn.
I feel like someone needs to call in A&E’s Intervention….yes, it’s that bad. It’s been two hours since the last M&M…I’m sweating and shaky. I’m conspiring on how I can score my next ‘hit’. I feel like a drug addict.
Want to know how bad it really is?! I went to the vet (ok I didn’t but Coco did and I took her) this morning with blue M&M stain on my bottom lip. Yes, the handful of M&M’s (from a small bag) I had for breakfast decided to really make me regret my decision.
I think it looked enough like a purple bruise that no one said anything. But they were looking. Thinking they were staring at the gargantuan bump on my chin (thanks for that too, hormones), I didn’t think anything of it. I was mortified when I got back in the car and discovered the lovely blue dot on my kisser. Great first impression at a new dog doctor, Hannah! I’m sure the notes added to the bottom of the chart where something like: ‘Owner must be having sordid relationship with blue ink pen’, ‘owner was in fight and lost’, or ‘owner is trying out new 80’s shade of purple-blue lipstick that is NOT working for her.’
It was chocolate karma! That’s what I get for indulging!!
I’ve gotta stop…the little progress I’ve made over the last few weeks is going to completely unravel with the calorie consumption I’ve had in the last few days.
I am happy to report that in addition to a tiny bit of weight loss, I did manage to get into a size 8 and am now the proud owner of a SMALL shirt! I never thought I’d fit in a medium much less a small! As if that wasn’t enough, exactly one year ago today I weighed 214…so proud.
Maybe I’ll think about that when the urge to stick my face in Cherry Garcia arises. I don’t know if my will-power is strong enough for the ‘curse’ force though…
Motivation to eat lettuce is so tough when Swedish Fish (ok not chocolate but damn delicious!) are sitting there looking all beautiful. They’re whispering…saying naughty things and taunting me…’Take a bite…I dare ya!’
I’ve got to resist…if I keep going like this the city council is going to have to approve an expansion plan in the region of my badonkadonk.
Don’t do it, Hannah. Fight it. Be strong. (But it’s so tasty.) Don’t do it. You don’t need that candy. (But I do.) You’re better than that Reese’s Cup. (No I’m not.) You’re sweet and wonderful without that Symphony bar. (Oh, shut it.) Step away from the chocolate. Step your ass far, far away. The next town over should be far enough…the next state maybe. Candy is evil. Remember that! Say it with me now, everyone. Candy is…oh, nevermind. You heard me the first time.