Resisting Temptation

I spent yesterday evening trying not to eat a KitKat.

I'm actually not a great fan of KitKats, or of Rolos come to that, but they are the current temptation just because they were both £1 for a pack of 5 in our local Tesco last Friday (20p for a packet of Rolos actually feels about right to me, although that probably just proves that my sense of proportion was fixed in around about 1983). In an ideal world, I would be resisting Godiva praline hearts, Lindor truffles and Montezuma's milk chocolate with mint and vanilla; but they were not sitting in the Disney sweet jar in the kitchen which one of my brothers gave me for my birthday about fifteen years ago. The KitKat was, along with a couple of packets of Rolos and three more KitKats.

I'd already had a KitKat early yesterday afternoon. I'd also had a packet of Rolos on my way to the tube station shortly after nine in the morning (I'll scoot quickly over the taboo nature of chocolate for breakfast for the moment, although I may return to it when I can't think of anything else to write about). Normally I would regard three chocolate 'items' in a day as bad but not unacceptable, but yesterday I decided I would limit myself to two. The result was a very miserable, listless evening, where I didn't settle to anything at all, drank alcohol (dessert wine, as that way I got a sugar fix), ate toast, and eventually gave up and went to bed.

I eventually ate the KitKat at about eleven this morning, followed by another packet of Rolos after lunch. I'm now back to battling myself over another packet of Rolos. At one level I regard chocolate addiction as a bit of a joke, but I'm not finding even cutting down very funny.

Do Alcoholics Anonymous do chocolate?