My Secret Love Affair With Chocolate
I just can’t get enough
I have this obsession with M&M’s. I mean, it’s bad.
I know it’s hard to believe, that Nick, the guy that writes about life and finding peace and all that jazz, is obsessed with chocolate.
But trust me on this one. Here, let me tell you about it.
Just this past summer I traveled to Harrisburg, PA with one of my coworkers.
We flew into Baltimore and drove an hour and half to Harrisburg. By the time we got there, we were both starving for dinner.
My gurgling stomach triggered the voice in my head to whisper — M&M’s… M&M’s… M&M’s…
I wiggled my head as if my mind was an Etch A Sketch and asked my coworker if he was down for pizza. He said yes, so we hopped in the car and headed across the street.
My slice of pepperoni was reminiscent of the pizza they sell at the mall back near my house. It was a warm reminder of home, but halfway through my slice, the voice came back — dessert… dessert… dessert…
This time I couldn't shake the thoughts. I glanced out the window and tried to distract myself with the surprisingly nice view of rolling hills and trees.
But it was too late, my mind was already planning and I had remembered that we passed a grocery story on the way to the pizza joint.
The lightbulb went off in my head — Maybe I should stop there to grab some snacks for the hotel room, and by snacks I mean M&M’s!
As we tossed out our greasy paper plates, I casually mentioned that I was going to head into the grocery story for some snacks. My coworker said he’d come along.
Once we got to the store, I figured I could just walk up to the racks by the register and get my fix and go, but there were no M&M’s in sight.
I was forced to step foot in the dreaded candy isle. A place I usually refuse to go because I have a severe lack of self control when it comes to sugar.
I tried to quickly find what I was looking for, but as I scanned the shelves I locked eyes with a “Family Size” bag of M&M’s. It even had the re-sealable top.
I grabbed the bag and hustled to the self checkout isle so that I could avoid feeling ashamed in front of one of the cashiers. I also picked up a veggie tray, but who was I kidding? I had no plans on eating it.
I busted opened the bag before I even got back to the car and inhaled a handful. Then another, and another.
I even took one more handful when I got back to my room. Just for good luck.
The next day we had a job to finish, but I kept thinking about how perfect my M&M’s would have been for a snack. If only I could have remembered them.
That night I ended up finishing off the entire bad while watching a History Channel special on area 51.
I looked down into the bag, shook my head and shurgged my shoulders.
As you can see I’ve got a bit of a problem.
These companies really know how to make it easy for their customers to feed their unhealthy addictions, but at least I’ve been slowly weaning myself off chocolate after my incident in Pennsylvania.
Take that Mars Incorporated!
Sometimes we just have to hit a low point before we decide to change.