What better way to celebrate the day that I break the 200 lbs. lost milestone (actually down by 201) than to go to a gathering of people selling, tasting, exhibiting and otherwise basking in the warm, dark glow of everything chocolate? Odd choice, you say? Perfect choice, I say.
Chocolate is my bitch. I own chocolate's ass and have left it on the corner, turning tricks to make ends meet.
I not only don't need chocolate any longer, I don't even really want it. I was able to walk around this little expo and take photos like I was looking at displays in a museum. I wasn't tempted even once and was able to keep a fairly objective, detached mindset about everything in front of me.
I purposefully went into the lion's den, kicked the lion in the balls and said, "Fuck you, Lion."
So yeah, fuck you chocolate. What else you got?
(and yes, this was not a work-related food incident and not technically eligible for this blog, but I figure it was a special occasion)
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