“Mommy, my tummy hurts.”
Last night I dreamt I our house was flooded with chocolate. I couldn’t get away from it and the piles of dark sticky stuff kept growing. I woke up to find it was basically true. One entire counter in our kitchen is covered in the stuff. It calls to me, demanding to be eaten. And while I might glare at it with malice, it smiles back as if to say, “I know you still love me.”
What am I to do? If it were cheap and plasticky chocolate, like from the drugstore or dollar store, I could ignore it or through it away…I am sure of it. But it is lovely, rich, nostalgic candy from Sees and Godiva and Lindt. Help! I am drowning in chocolate.
I suppose I could give in to its siren song; gorge, make myself sick and then not really want anymore. There is just one problem… tomorrow I have my first training session with Alex Molden and I am already feeling out of shape and bloated. I doubt that gorging on chocolate will make me feel any better about my body or energy.
I want to throw it away. However aside from the quality of the chocolate as mentioned above, my daughter has counted out every piece. She is an auditor in the making, accounting for each piece as if it is gold.
Is there anyone to whom I can give it? Anyone who, by bad luck or some strange circumstance doesn’t feel overwhelmed by their own stash of Easter candy? At least this way I wouldn’t feel bad about getting rid of it (though I will still have to deal with my daughters’ wrath). I know… as a thank you for helping me, maybe I will bring it to Alex. It will be the gift that keeps giving as he will surely be too distracted by the luscious Bordeaux Egg from Sees to comment on my inability to touch my toes over my protruding, and somewhat aching, stomach.
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