Chocolate

Today I realized that cold chocolate cake is going to be my downfall. Along with a warm, comfy bed. For several weeks now, I’ve found myself craving cold, chocolate cake, straight out of the refrigerator. Then today, without actually asking for it, I found myself looking one straight in the eye(?). Brought to me by my beloved fiancé, who the night before, had declared that we both need to watch what we eat and exercise more! My derisive hurumph was stifled only slightly by a mouthful of cold, chocolaty yumminess! And that warm, comfy bed? No matter how badly I wanted to get up and make a tea before going to sleep, my body just sinks deeper into my bed’s loving arms. Cuddling and cradling me in its cussiony, pillowy goodness. My mind justifying my body’s surrender declaring that it lacks the wakeful focus required to await the long steep time I prefer for a nice strong tea. Plus my love of a lightly sweetened tea warm enough to hug me from the inside wile cool enough to chug before my short term memory discards its existence and lulls me into delicious delightful sleep.

               So my lovie and I have decided on multiple occasions that we would refrain from eating passed 8pm. This is a resolution what we have broken time and time again. But I MUST put my foot down! And to begin, I resolve to drink a nice warm tummy hugging cup of tea to help quell my perceived hunger pangs and prevent me from ding (eating) something I might regret!