Confessions of a Chocoholic

So this Biggest Loser thing? It sucks! And it sucks because I have an unhealthy obsession with chocolate. Not only is it chocolate, but chocolate milk. And not just ANY chocolate milk, it has to be KROGER brand chocolate milk. Mandie and I discovered the greatness of it many moons ago when we were both single and she started eating chocolate again (or was it before she gave it up? I can't remember). Now I have converted John to the love of it and it's an indulgence we frequent too often for a healthy BMI. John finished off the last of the aforementioned liquid greatness last night before leaving me for a week for a rod and reel and free time in New Mexico with Mark. I am now afraid that the loneliness and quite in the after-Ben-is-asleep hours will result in too much free time to think about and eat chocolate. I was heading back to work from lunch with a size 0 co-worker after celebrating the departure of another co-worker we all love. On the way out one editor said they were going to Sprinkles for cupcakes and did we all want one? At first, I resisted. Then the afternoon urge for sweets won me over. Heck yes! Chocolate cupcake? Yes! Chocolate frosting? Yes! Chocolate sprinkles on top? Yes! The aforementioned adorable and super sweet co-worker had to be coerced into getting one. I felt so large and my lack of self-control was depressing. But alas, I ate my cupcake and was happy. Then I ate a cookie another co-worker gave me and decided I am out of control So I am publicly declaring that my chocolate consumption will now be cut drastically. Why? Because I have this awesome pair of Gap jeans in my closet that are two sizes too small and I feel I am doing them such a disservice not being out in the world. And the Biggest Loser is still on and I want the $100, dang it!