I'm a chocolate whore

It's true. I have to have chocolate. I love chocolate so much that I know as fact that a Toblerone bar has 12 peaks on it. I would eat any kind of chocolate bar, plain ones, ones with nuts, caramel filled ones, even ones with fruit (yes, I get that desperate). And I'm a little disappointed in myself.

After I had my second baby, the weight seemed to melt off (please don't hate me, I've never been that "skinny girl". Ever.) Six months after I had him I was below my prepregnancy weight. I was thrilled, and it got me to thinking that maybe if I had another few kids, I could be a Victoria Secret model. Or not. Anyway, having enjoyed being the thinnest I've been in my life, we moved far away from family. (Not because I lost the weight, it's a story for another time). Everyone was sad, and eager to send us "care packages", because as they thought, you couldn't buy a pack of gum this far north in the world. (That's not true, you can buy gum, and a mccain's frozen cake or two if you want).

These care packages contained stickers and books and toys for the kids, and chocolate for me. Why would everyone send me chocolate, do they want me to gain weight? Do they expect me to eat every single one so I don't feel bad?? Oh wait, I asked them to send it...right. So, seeing as how I don't own a scale, I'm not sure how much I've gained back (my guess is less than 10 lbs.), but damn it, stop sending chocolate.

I think they think this isolation has done something to my personality. I really didn't mean to bark at them over the phone, but they really haven't seen my hips lately, and being my family, I know they would understand. And now with going on a hot holiday in 2 1/2 weeks, I'm hoping that my shred DVD will work for me by just sitting in the DVD player. Or I need to find a really good bathing suit.