As some of you, I’m sure, are blissfully unaware I signed on to do something…
or maybe rather mediocre…
I’ve joined in with a select group of women who have decided that for the month of January we will not be chocolate’s bitch… rather it will be ours.
I thought it would be easy.
“No problem” I thought.
You see while I do quite enjoy a bit of chocolate it isn’t like I have some every day or anything.
I have great chocolate willpower.
You see chocolate is not Cherry Coke.
If it were I would not give it up for a month… thus my willpower is intact
So there I was thinking No problem but then only 1 day into my chocolate free month attempt I went to the movies with my mom and K.
(we saw enchanted… it is a little girl chick flick if ever one was made).
I bought the tickets. My mom bought the treats… and oh were there treats to be had; Popcorn, some chewy sweet sour candy rope for K, sprite, CHERRY COKE, pretzels with nacho cheese sauce… and I thought that was it.
That is plenty right???
Approximately 35 minutes into the movie my mother (who did not know I had joined this group) handed me a box and said “Keep this away from me… they’re yours”
I glanced down at the luscious creamy goodness of a box of Jr. Mints right there in my greedy little hand. They glowed from within all creamy and minty and covered in smooth chocolate.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…… I thought, Jr. Mints.
And that’s when it happened; I opened the little flap and turned the box on it’s end, K saw them from her seat next to me and asked for some… I handed over the four that had landed in my hand and the sweet smell wafted up to me…
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…… Jr. Mints, I thought again.
Once again I tipped the box into my empty palm and one lone mint landed there in the soft creases. I lifted it to my lips and it was just as it’s silky smoothness was close enough to inhale that I realized
OH SHIT THIS IS CHOCOLATE
and I threw it on the floor of the theater….
Solidarity fellow choconots…