Since my seminal voyage into weight loss has begun, and more importantly, has taken firm hold, Chocolate has become my drug of choice. I crave Chocolate in the way an alcoholic wakes up and wants a drink. I want the smooth creamy brown stuff melting on my tongue, now and forever.

It’s a bitch. Any food shop, and some non-food vendors have Chocolate, it’s fucking everywhere, taunting, teasing, staring at my soul with it’s short lived burst of temporary pleasure. The trouble with Chocolate is the same with any chemical addiction, the more you have, the more you want, and what you have is never enough. One lump is my fix per day. One lump. And by one lump, I don’t mean a kilogram sized lump, no, 30 calories worth. Sometimes, I ‘slip’, and there are two lumps; two lumps complete with 60 calories and 6 grams of carbs.

Fucking Chocolate. Should be fucking illegal.