The Chocolate Blog

My name is Fiona* and I am a chocolate addict.

Yesterday I ate 3 bars of Galaxy. They were only normal-sized bars, so it’s not the worst day I’ve ever had, but my lack of self-control is gnawing away at my conscience – especially as I had another one for breakfast this morning. Normally I would aim for more variety in my diet, but I’m missing the chocolate machine which used to prop me up in the days when I used to have a job. For reasons I can’t quite explain, a bag of peanut M&M’s, a bar of Dairy Milk and a Galaxy Caramel never felt quite as bad as three of the same thing. Now it’s a question of what’s on special offer at the supermarket. That means buying several days supply at the same time – which means multi-pack monotony, and doesn’t work at all because I tend to eat it all almost immediately.

It is also doing very bad things for my waistline. I actually don’t really have a waistline any more, just a wobbly bit which my jeans cut into.

So I decided to do something about it. Not actually stop eating it, you understand: if I did that, I’d probably just eat something else instead. I’m toying with the idea of trying to give chocolate up for Lent, but Lent is probably too soon (anybody know where January went?), and too long. So I decided to try writing about it for a bit, to see if that would help shame me into action. Admittedly, in order for that to work I need to find ways of actually getting people to read this, but that can be tomorrow’s problem.

*Actually, it isn’t; but I might want to be rude about my husband.