Thursday, July 30, 2009
My name is Lisa Day. I am 35 years old and I have been battling my addiction for more than two decades.
I am a chocoholic. Yes, I can’t stop eating the good stuff. And by that I mean any milk chocolate product - nuts, no nuts, raisins, caramel, cookie, mint. If it’s milk chocolate, I not only want to eat it, I have to eat it until not a trace of it remains in my house, even if that means 400 grams of chocolate in a couple of days.
I can, and have, eaten chocolate before I have brushed my teeth in the morning. I can eat it after breakfast, in between breakfast and lunch, lunch and dinner, for dinner, after dinner and before bed. There is no such thing as too early for chocolate or too late for chocolate. In fact, any time is a good time to eat chocolate.
When I worked at a convenience store in my teens, I had a craving for chocolate that came with shakes and sweats. What was a girl to do? Eat chocolate of course.
I bought a 400-gram chocolate bar on Tuesday and it will be gone today. My husband and stepdaughter each only consumed one row. I have eaten the rest. But I am not a closet chocolate eater. I confess my chocolate-eating ways.
In fact, I am making a confession to you all. There are four squares left of that chocolate bar. By the time this blog entry is posted, that too will be gone.
My name is Lisa Day and I love chocolate.