One of the first things I ate every morning was a chip. A small chip here, and small chip there. "What's the harm?" I would ask. I craved their smooth texture and distinctive taste. The melt-in-your mouth goodness was creamy. And could I stop at 22? No.
Throughout the day, I was drawn to a secret stash, in the deep recesses of the cupboard, hidden in my special container. Just the taste of one morsel was enough to cause me to fall off the wagon. I had to eat more than my allotted 22! Most days I consumed 40 or more.
A doctor shared that the 50/50 balance of fat to sugar is the addictive pull. No wonder I couldn't stop eating those chips. Oh, how I loved them. The 60 percent dark chocolate morsels were the height of tantalizing flavor. Rose-colored glasses viewed only their antioxidant health benefits, but my growing muffin-top kept screaming, "Eat more, and more, and more!!"
Alas, too much of a good thing turned into one powerful addiction. I was chip-obsessed. Three weeks ago, my only answer was to quit cold turkey, lest I suffocate in their mesmerizing spell.
Despite experiencing withdrawal and emotional shakes, I am moving on from 50/50... au revoir 60-percent dark chocolate. I miss you and will always be an addict.
On Easter Sunday I will turn a decadent corner. I will begin to eat, just once- or twice-a-day, 70 percent dark chocolate squares. The wait seems endless, but oh, happy day. Bring on those increased serotonin levels.
Tres Bon.
P.S. What will I do with 6 bags of chips purchased prior to Lent?
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