I was shutting out the kitchen lights a few minutes ago when I felt….sort of empty. As if something was missing.
And it was. I had made it through the entire day without sugar.
At 1 a.m. most people would pat themselves on the back and go straight to bed.
Instead, I decided it was time for a little “moderation”.
The Mother’s Day cookie is long gone; the house is pretty much chocolate-free. (Daniel, if you’re reading this, I swear I threw out the chocolate stashed in my desk drawer.)
I went straight to the only remaining morsels of chocolate in the whole house. Which really are….morsels.
The bag was beckoning; I shook a few chips into a little dish and took it into my office.
In the 5 minutes it took to check Facebook; the chips were gone.
Now I needed some water– so I went back into the kitchen.
When I got back to my desk, there they were— just a few tiny chips that I had overlooked— waiting in the dish.
Daniel’s face flashed before my eyes….and I did hesitate for a split–second…..just before I popped those last couple chips into my mouth.
I popped them right back out.
They tasted funny—I thought it was some kind of sign from Godiva God…
But no, it turns out there’s another member of the Food Police living in the house.
While I was out of the room, Peppy peed in the dish.