Monday, February 18, 2013
My Sweet Saboteur is my husband, Mark. I love this man with all my heart, and when he looks into my eyes with his beautiful hazel ones, my heart melts. He loves me too, maybe a little too much! He is my Sweet Saboteur, and although I love the stuffiní out of him, sometimes I just want to smack him upside the head with a foam brick and say ENOUGH!
Mixed emotions, eh?
He knows I love chocolate. Perhaps I should phase that a bit differently; Iím Koo-koo for Kocopuffs? Have a sweet tooth that leans towards the chocolately variety? How about addicted to the damn stuff? He will bring home a chocolate bar for me because Iíve had a bad day. He will suggest the Death by Chocolate dessert because he wants to treat me. He waves a frozen fudge bar under my nose as dessert on a hot day.
I can SMELL chocolate if he brings it into the house. I sniff it out, like that hound dog on the old Bugs Bunny show until I find it and bay AROOOOOOOOO! Ok, maybe I donít actually bay, but I do find it and devour it!
Even while Iím eating each delicious little creamy, sweet morsel Iím asking myself WHY AM I DOING THIS? Put that thing DOWN. You just started to lose some serious weight ARE YOU CRAZY?
Yes, Iím crazy. Iím addicted and my hubby is my personal little pusher.
I read dark chocolate was good for you. So I bought dark chocolate bar, broke up the pieces and told him to just give me ONE in the evening if I asked for it. Heíll give me two or three if I ask. So I took the bag and tossed it into the trash. Goodbye chocolate! Itís like an alcoholic, one piece is too many and a bag isnít enough.
It was easier to stop smoking.