This time of the year always reminds me of when I plunged to the depths of my chocolate addiction. This little event took place about 10 or 11 years ago.
For years, I nagged Patrick to surprise me with a box of high-end valentine confections. When he finally got the hint, I happened to be on the Atkins diet.
I hadn't tasted sugar in months. Shock came over my face as I unwrapped my gift - of all times to hit me up with these creamy confections? I had no will power. I felt like Edward Cullen, sitting next to Bella Swan in Biology class. My eyes turned black and I couldn't contain the yearning to BITE.
I stayed firm and calmly set the box aside. I decided to do the dishes as a way to quietly debate my dilemma. To scarf or not to scarf? I know you're thinking - "just a nibble", but when you haven't had the hard stuff in weeks and then it's under your nose - the concept of "nibble" does not exist. "Gobble" takes over. I contemplated my options while Patrick went to the other room with our kids and my mother-in-law.
I thought maybe I could handle a nibble if I prepped myself first.
My mind raced. I knew if I ate just one piece, my diet would certainly crash and burn. You know that split-second turning point when you eat junk, there is no turning back? Regardless, a devilish voice in my head said,
"It's a gift, silly. A nibble won't hurt."
"NO waaay!" I said out loud. I grabbed the box and shoved it into the kitchen trash.
My hands trembled as I scrubbed the countertop. "Just a nibble . . . " I innocently thought.
Next thing I knew, I had my hands in the trash. I ripped off the lid and popped a truffle in my mouth. I closed my eyes and began to sway from the smooth, dark, decadence. I hadn't even finished it, yet had one more on deck.
All of a sudden the voice of a child brought me back to reality. My child.
"Mommy, why are you eating out of the garbage?" my son asked.
"Oh!" I laughed while wiping away the drool, "It's not what it looks like, sweetie!"
Yikes. I noticed my mother-in-law and husband had also witnessed my dirty deed.
"Were you just eating those candies out of the trash?" my mother-in-law asked.
"No, please let me explain," I cried. "The top of the box was still on them and . . . "
"Kathy!" said Patrick. "Why did you throw my present away?"
I ended up taking the box out of the trash and we all ate the chocolates together!
Peace, love, and glitter!
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