Showing posts with label "forbidden food". Show all posts
Showing posts with label "forbidden food". Show all posts

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Oh no, The Chocolate Police Better Come on the Run

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Oh dear, this is a dilemma. Any reader of my blogs knows I am not supposed to eat chocolate for health reasons. That is why I don't keep it in the house. I can have things that are simply chocolate flavored but the real stuff is a trigger for medical problems.

Well about four days ago what should arrive in the mail but a one pound box of Trinidads from Fannie May. One of my best friends sent it to me, she knows I shouldn't have them but figures at holiday time you should get special treats. Then yesterday, unreal as it may seem, a wonderful man I met in Chicago (a fellow choclaholic by the way) sent me a huge box of gourmet chocolates.

Now for me eating this sort of thing would bring about spankings of immense proportions in both intensity, duration, and number of sessions. Both my "older brother" and my partner made sure I told them I would give the candy away (give me a moment to wipe away the tears). If I don't I will probably type standing up for the rest of my life. And, of course, I don't really want to be sick. If only I had enough self control to just eat one and then stop.

So I will indeed be sharing the Christmas and Hanukkah spirit this year with many people. Will I eat any myself? Only my cats know and they are not saying! After all they do hate the sound that paddle makes landing on my backside, plus I clean the litter box and pour food into their bowls.

So here I sit looking longingly at the freezer (where the unopened boxes are stashed) and at my bag of toys, always next to my bed in case I have to spank under the direction of one of the two men in my life. Back and forth from one to the other.

As I have said before, chocolate sings a siren song, I swear it calls out my name. Now how am I supposed to sleep with that going on all night? As the picture at the top says "I can find the way myself." So true, I never need help getting into trouble, just getting out. And, oh my, getting out of this would be a mighty sore backside for a mighty long time.

Stay tuned to see what happens!