... on chocolate. I have decided that this horrible traitor known as chocolate is dead set against my losing weight. It sits and calls my name, until I have devoured it, usually with a spoonful of peanut butter. It is evil and must be stopped.
So, I hereby declare that henceforth from today I am banning chocolate - this is after I ate the last of that dastardly chocolate left over from the Christmas box Steve brought home from the office.
Well, I'm almost banning chocolate. There are two exceptions: my beloved Starbucks non-fat mocha frappuccino light and the occasional Mickey Bar (which may only be consumed at certified Disney-affiliated locations). After all, peace must start somewhere.
1 comment:
whew! you scared me for a minute! I thought I was going to have eat my anticipated Mickey bars this weekend in private.
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