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01/31/2007: "damn you, dark chocolate!!"
Chocolate and I usually get along quite famously. Just ask the extra padding surrounding my bellybutton. There have only ever been two times in my life that chocolate was unkind to me, and I learned my lessons from those events.
Turns out there was a bit more to learn.
No, I did not get a dark chocolate Toblerone for Christmas this year. I'm still scared of those. This time it was a small bag of dark chocolate hearts that I got for my birthday last week. The entire bag probably held 15 hearts, each of which would have been only about 10-15 gram apiece. Hmm. That's still potentially 200g of dark chocolate, half of the Toblerone of death that nearly did me in two and a half years ago. When am I going to learn?
In any case, once again I brought the chocolates in to work. Now that I have two little monkeys running around at home that have inherited the sweet tooth gene from both their mother and myself, having single servings of dark chocolate within reach of small hands isn't a good thing. While I'm curious as to whether my kids could actually fly under their own power if sufficiently caffeinated, I'm not about to put them, myself, or Jannette through that.
This time I rationed myself much better than I did the Toblerone - they lasted for over two days, which also included giving a few away to the receptionist. I figured that I was being sufficiently moderate, but early this morning I had the first indications that I wasn't.
I didn't have a good sleep last night. I slept somewhat fitfully. The cats woke me up a couple of times. I tossed a bunch. And I also had a headache, which I noticed at 3am. Fun. I tried doing some neck exercises in the shower to get rid of it. I popped a couple of ibuprofen in the hopes that that would knock the worst of it off. I had breakfast, and went off to work.
Only after opening my desk drawer and seeing the few remaining dark chocolate hearts did the lightbulb finally blink on. I had done it yet again. This time it was only two days running, but it was the same pattern. I promptly took the remaining hearts down to the lobby and gave them to the receptionist. She was very happy to receive them, and I was glad to bid them farewell.
I think I'm going to have to admit that I can't deal with dark chocolate in any quantity over single-serving sizes (the caffeine equivalent of a cheap drunk?). I'm also going to have to stop taking stuff like that to work to put in my desk - I'll just leave it out on the lunchroom table instead. And while I'm at it, I'm going to go sign the petition for caffeine-free chocolate.
Now if you'll pardon me, I'm going to go drink copious amounts of water and hope my heat stops hurting soon.
