Sugar addiction? WHAT SUGAR ADDICTION ?*##!

Holy crap I could use some chocolate.

And not good quality type chocolate either... somebody get me a freaking bag of CHIPITS! OK, alright, simmer down... nothin' to see here. Except perhaps a woman who has existed pretty much solely on sweet baked goods for the last month. This is tough. I am once again drinking water like... well... water and flushing those bad sugary toxins right out of my system. Physically. But what about the emotional flush. How do I rid my self of the sense memory of smooth chocolate cut with the surprise of sea salt? Crunchy meringues that melt and yield on my tongue?

I can't. But here's what I can do. I can call to mind another lovely treat. The homey muffin. Ah, the honesty of an unpretentious muffin. Nope, not that - but rather the unsightly "muffin" top which has lately taken up residence just at the top of my jeans. Oh no... this sumbitch has gotta go. I have mocked women with muffin tops. I felt zero pity for someone who would do that to themselves on purpose. *gasp* Now I sport one.

Not for long. I will not turn into the very thing that I find contemptible... no siree bob. You can keep all things chocolate enrobed and variously iced... I'm OUT !!!