My Chocolate Break-Up

This week our family sat down and set some goals regarding our health habits. I have known for quite a while that we could do better and the new year was a perfect time to start. Each of the kids made some resolutions and we decided, as a family, to eat our favorite fruits in place of dessert for a while, and do a better job of getting out and being active. I also agreed to go on the Take Shape for Life program with my husband and we started it on Monday of this week. The week has gone well and, though I am not missing the five pounds I have already shed (don't worry--they say it's all water weight the first week) I most certainly AM missing my chocolate.

Yes, a melancholy has settled over my every thought and action and I can only ascribe it to the fact that I have sworn off my usual escape for at least the next two months. In general, I don't consider myself the type to overindulge, though I must admit I most certainly did on the Christmas fudge this year. Normally, I am able to have a little treat every now and then and call it good. But now it's time for Chocolate and I to take a break from each other, at least for a while.

Now that my chocolate escape option has been removed, however, I am simply dying to have it back. So, to appease the part of me that is now crying out for it, I have chosen to escape through my words instead. I have composed a little Ode to express my love for the forbidden vice:


 

Ode To Chocolate

Oh Chocolate, how I love thee;

Please let me count the ways.

You cheer me up and make me smile

When I've had a rotten day.

When I'm worn out in the kitchen

Making dinner for my brood,

A couple bites is all I need 

To make me feel brand new.

To eat you in the morning

Requires some finesse.

Chocolate morsels on my pancakes

Is what I like the best.

Whether frozen in a frosty,

Or warmed for hot cocoa.
Or melted in a cookie

From the oven cooked just so.

I love you every way you come.

I just can't get enough.

I feel whole when you're with me;

You're my forbidden love.

After writing that I must admit that I do actually feel better, though a warm chocolate chip cookie sure does sound good right now. Chocolate, I bid you adieu... until we meet again.