Confession of a Chocoholic

This was not the week to decide to go on the wagon.

I just finished writing 11 stories on graduating seniors, each around 350 words. I still have a 1,200 or more word story to write on vals and sals plus a story on the school district plus a story on the birth center plus I have to lay out the paper by Thursday and another paper by Friday.

And I chose this week of all weeks to eat healthy – translation no chocolate.

Yes, I am a chocoholic.

I decided to clean up my act after I downed a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Therapy on Saturday plus I ate a few of Blake’s toffee ice cream bars and that's not counting the chocolate covered pretzels. I am guilty of standing in line at the grocery store and grabbing a chocolate bar and quickly eating it before I get home.

My way of dealing with my stress - trying to sell a house and getting frustrated living in an apartment – is to eat chocolate. So add the deadlines at work with the feeling of being out-of-control when it comes to selling a house and I turn to chocolate. Lots and lots and lots of chocolate.

Even before we were selling a house, a normal deadline week would consist of a bag of peanut M&Ms plus a Snickers bar.

This week, I am attempting to clean up my act so I am taking carrots, cucumbers and fruit to work to eat on instead of chocolate.

So far, my plan has worked. It hasn't been easy. There's still ice cream in the freezer and chocolate pretzels in the cupboard calling my name. Here’s to making it to Friday without falling off the wagon. If you have any tips on how to avoid chocolate, let me know.