Confessions of a chocoholic
My name is Michelle and I’m a chocoholic. Okay, maybe I’m a sugarholic. But since the only thing I tend to reach for is a family-size block of Cadbury’s Top Deck, I have to admit a serious addiction to the cocoa bean. I start out with good intentions, thinking “I’ll just have one row” and before I know it, the whole block has disappeared!
I initially sought consolation in the reasonable amount of calories I found under the “serving size” information. Then I realised a serving size was all of four squares – that’s just a taste, not a serve! I’m on fertility hormones at the moment, so I’m blaming the additional estrogen for my indiscretion. And since that fateful episode I have managed to control myself. But that was just 48 hours ago and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out! The worst bit? I scoffed it while watching Australia’s Biggest Loser – the irony. I’ll be applying next…
One saving grace is I did put in a bit of extra exercise the following day, I’m sure it made the world of difference… LOL. And I’m thinking a relaxing massage in the comfort of my own home might help to knead the resulting cellulite out of sight. I’ve tried Massage At Your Place and they’re quite good and reasonably priced at $88 for an hour. Does anyone else have any other at-home recommendations? I’ll just have to get them to set up the massage table well away from the fridge!
