Read that some people have addictive personalities – it’s not their fault that they can’t resist booze or nail-biting or shop-lifting or whatever – you can’t blame them. You gotta blame their parents – for birthing them with addictive genes.
I do not smoke or drop names or shop-lift. Which proves that I can really resist any addiction that pops its ugly nose into my life. To test this theory of my iron will power, I decided to put to the test the one thing I adore – chocolates.
Monday: No chocolate all day. Late night, woken up by a kid (mine) who fell off the bed. Went down to drink water – and saw the chocolate slab I had NOT eaten all day. Also saw the time. 1 a.m. It is not today. I have survived today without chocolate. Sat and ate it.
Tuesday: Met a friend for coffee. She wanted to eat a chocolate truffle pastry, but said it’s too fattening so please would I share it? I agreed to help her out. (Also remembered I had eaten a chocolate slab at 1 this morning.)
Wednesday: Had mid-week blues. Internet was down. Took out the store of emergency choc hidden. Ate half of it. Mid-week blues qualify as emergency.
Thursday: Did not eat any chocolate. Drank 3 mugs of hot chocolate. DRANK, did not EAT.
Friday: Thank God it’s Friday. Almost the end of my non-choc week. Gotta celebrate. Ate half a Lindt bar. The other half looks lonely.
Saturday: Been a pretty healthy week, innit? Ate some squares of dark chocolate. Very good for the heart. Very healthy. Ate all the squares finally.
Sunday: Went for a long walk with S. Burnt thousands of calories. Felt faint and weak and thin. Ended up at Corner House and ate a Death by Chocolate. Aptly named. But only to avoid feeling faint and weak and thin.
Learning: I have had one week of resisting chocolate. I cannot. I have an addictive personality. It is not my fault. I blame my parents.
JANE KIDDING. my life as a pretty (bad) mom, worse manager and good survivor, and how to find everything hysterical (strictly in hindsight).
Oh Death by chocolate (Priti will remember too).... I want want want!!!!!!!!!! see thats why I don't stay away from what I love :) the more you stay away the more you love it he he....
ReplyDeleteOk this call for a cup of Coffee :) and some choco!!!!
Wow - this posts tells me that you're a helpful friend (who shared a friend's calories - who does that nowadays in this meanie world??!), you care for the happiness for those around you (by keeping yourself happy first, and nipping your mid-week blues in the bud), you're into healthy pursuits (the long walk), and you eat healthy (dark chocolate that's good for the heart!). AND, you do not smoke or drop names or shop-lift. You're my hero now, Jane!
ReplyDeletePS: looking up to you (in awe!) and trying to emulate you - writing this while having chocolate biscuit with coffee. ;)
Wow - this posts tells me that you're a helpful friend (who shared a friend's calories - who does that nowadays in this meanie world??!), you care for the happiness for those around you (by keeping yourself happy first, and nipping your mid-week blues in the bud), you're into healthy pursuits (the long walk), and you eat healthy (dark chocolate that's good for the heart!). AND, you do not smoke or drop names or shop-lift. You're my hero now, Jane!
ReplyDeletePS: looking up to you (in awe!) and trying to emulate you - writing this while having chocolate biscuit with coffee. ;)
Very Funny, La! I am too like that. You are writing what I am thinking. Great blog!
ReplyDeleteGuys, I am honoured to be spreading the choco-love. Rachna, eating the choco-twist I sincerely planned to carry home for my bacchas this morning... but one' asleep and one's at a friend's place. wottodo? can't waste this!
ReplyDeleteira, your galaxy was outta this world.
ReplyDeleterachna. forget about reading tea cups. look how much you've read into a bar of choc! some talent!
ReplyDeleteanni - thanks for dropping by.
What an adorable caring mommy as well - consumed the unhealthy choco-twist herself and saved her bacchas from it!! ufff - you're just too sooper dooper!!
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OK, will get you a full box, next visit! I think I must be weird - dont care much for chocolates (or for sweets for that matter)...where did my Bong genes go?!!!)! But give me anything nice & spicy anytime...
ReplyDeletehmmm slurp slurp... guess what's on my mind now?
ReplyDeleteOh chocolate you are my elixir
ReplyDeletedark, bitter and sweet
Oh you ARE a heavenly treat!!
I tried to resist you but you beckon me in all your cacao glory
I devour you when I am happy and sad,
when I am bored and mad!
You are my weakness you are my strength
I will go to any length
to get you............
Call it addiction call it fatty
call it obsession but Jane will agree.....
Chocolate you rock!!
seju - name it and it's on the menu - the next time you DROP IN HERE! hmph!
ReplyDeletesms - this delicious poetry requires a blog of its own
ReplyDeletevery honest write :) salves the conscience of all chocolate lovers!
ReplyDeletethanks, sonal. take it that includes you too?
ReplyDeleteAh Jane, don't even touch the topic with me. It doesn't stop at chocolates. Doesn't even begin there. Throw in all possible conceivable sweet items (including raw sugar), and you'll see my soul hovering around somewhere. Nothing that i do cuts it. 5 km winter jogs, 80 laps in the summer pool, near catatonic dancing, hoola hoops(my latest craze)...nothing!
ReplyDeletei eat condensed milk outta the fridge. there, the first step to being an addict! confession.
ReplyDeleteMust say my latest addiction is reading your funnies...:-). Blame is entirely on you lady...
ReplyDelete@shalini - blame it on my parents.
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