Whoa there, Jane. I am starting to fantasize about chocolate just reading your post.
I don't know, there is something about self-deprivation I like, as my daughter would say, really, really, really, really, really a lot. It makes me feel like I have way more self-control than I actually do.
When you think about that or re-read it, hat doesn't make any sense. But there it is.
I don't know how it came to be that I believed myself when I said, "Self, if you have just one now, you can always have another tomorrow." My husband helps though. I buy him milk chocolate and he will go and eat piece after peice and it's icky to watch him. After half a dozen peices, it's hard not to smack him and say, "stop that or get fat, the way I would!"

But, once his milk chocolate is gone, he eats my dark chocolate and I consider that a service he does for me since it reinforces the knowledge that there is life without chocolate, until I can restock. It's particularly disgusting since he's very slim and he has terrible eating habits. I may hate him but it's probably just the RMP talking.
Bobbi
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