So I won’t go into the gory details of my recent medical tests (which involved a microscopic camera used to look down my throat and I’ll be honest, I was tempted to document the procedure, but I thought the doctor performing the test might think me weird if I pulled out my phone and asked him to "hold it and smile", but that’s not important right now =D).
Anyway, all that to say this:
I’m not allowed to eat chocolate anymore.
Mind you, I’m not a big chocolate eater. I don’t really care for cake either. I’m much more of a tropical dessert kind of gal. The typical dulce de leche or guava and cream cheese type. Or better yet, just skip the dessert and give me a loaf of fresh, hot bread and butter and I’m totally happy. But chocolate? Seriously, I can take chocolate or leave it.
I know to some of you that’s like breaking an eleventh commandment, but read on.
I didn’t give chocolate a second thought until . . .
He made the No-More-Chocolate-For-You pronouncement.
Now, I find myself thinking of chocolate constantly and having mental arguments with my doctor (which of course I totally win because they’re all in my own mind =D) about which forms of chocolate should be okay for me. I have chocolate on the brain and there’s no room for anything else.
Kids: "Let’s watch a movie tonight."
Me: "Okay. How about Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?"
See what I mean??
If he had only said: No-More-Salads-With-Lo-Cal-Dressing-For-You. (sigh)