Hello, my name is Rebecca and not only am I a Mama, I'm a chocoholic.
I don't know how it's come to this. I've tried over and over and over again to quit. I can not stop with just one bite. All day I think about when I'm going to have my next piece of chocolate. Be it candy, ice cream, cake, brownies....ohh the endless choices! Sweet, sweet chocolate. You are NO good for me. True they say an ounce of dark chocolate a day can be beneficial to your health. But lets not lie now, an ounce a day? I eat FAR more than that. THIS IS NOT HELPING IN THE WEIGHT DEPARTMENT. Remember when I said love handles and belly pooch continue to be my friend? Chocolate is why. Well, chocolate, my failing metabolism, and my non existent friendship with exercise.
When I was pregnant, I made a cake and ate the WHOLE thing. But don't think that disgusting act of cake selfishness was only due to pregnancy. I've made a batch of brownies and devoured the pan before my husband came home (don't judge me!). I've made mass amounts of chocolate chip cookie batter and wound up only having enough left for a dozen cookies. When I go to a party and find the cake isn't chocolate, I'm extremely disappointed. I even contemplate leaving. (HAHA, kidding!). I've made my husband drive the 15 miles to town and 15 miles back just to get me something chocolate from DQ. But he wound up wanting something from DQ too, so that's how I justify that one. I make cakes for no special reason at all. Then I have a piece with my breakfast, lunch, and dinner until its all gone. After Halloween I helped myself to my son's candy multiple times a day knowing he's too young to notice. I frequently request chocolate chips be put in my pancakes. I find trail mix doesn't have enough M&Ms or chocolate in it....so I add my own. The ratio ends up like this:
This is all very sad, I know. The saddest of all is my addiction seems to be rubbing off on Anthony. The poor boy, he doesn't stand a chance! His universal word for all food is "cookie" or "pie." NO LIE. What have I done?? He picks the chocolate out of the trail mix. At least I eat everything. He'll eat the chocolate chips out of the pancakes and discard the rest. He loves the gooey centers of brownies. He'll dip his strawberries in chocolate fondue, lick it all off, and repeat. x 100. I'm afraid my little gal is destined to be a chocoholic as well. Molly will sometimes longingly stare at my chocolate pudding or frosting. Is it so wrong that I've swiped a little on her tongue? Yes. Yes it is. Point proven by the slightly odd poo presented by her the next day. From this day forward I vow to wait till she's at least....1....to reintroduce chocolate. ;)
I'm still waiting for CA ( like AA, but CA - haha!) meetings to come into existence. I'd have to attend.