Day 333: Trying Every Chocolate In The Box

Happy Friday everyone,

So  I know this is really early for me to be writing a post, but I really want to write about an experience I had last night, and I want to start my Friday with it.

Alright, I know I haven’t written about the dating part of my life a lot over this past year, and that’s because it’s pretty much been non-existent, but I guess for this one post I can bring it up because it is really relevant.

I started dating this guy about a month ago, (super nice guy) and I had told him that my favorite chocolates are Lindor chocolates. I said it one time and that was it.

Last night after we went for dinner, he gave me this huge gift box of all Lindor chocolates.

“Since they don’t have a Lindor store, I ordered it online for you because you said they are your favorite,” he said.

This isn’t about the chocolates or the gift or the dating, it’s the fact that he remembered something I said; my voice was heard with him when I said that I like those chocolates.

So, what did I do?

I went into my kitchen, turned the light on at 11:45 at night, and sat with that huge basket of chocolates and tried every single kind of chocolate in there.

There was a box of fancy chocolates within the basket, the kinds with the different fillings, and I sat and tried every single one.

At first I was scared I was about to binge, but then I realized, “I love these chocolates. They are my favorite kind. And hell yeah, I want to try them,” and that’s exactly what I did.

I don’t even want to think about the amount of calories in those chocolates, as the nutrition labels were on every package-but thinking of that would ruin my experience.

I loved every moment of sitting in my kitchen eating and trying my different chocolates that this person had given to me.

I liked the fact that it was just me, and I liked that I let myself try each one.

When I was done, I thought about throwing all the left over chocolates away so it wouldn’t tempt me. But why? That would be Ed talking.

It is scary to have them in my house, yes.

But I do live with my sister and my grandma, and maybe they want some of that chocolate too? Why should Ed take that away from them?

Why should Ed take it away from me?

Who said I am only allowed to try every chocolate I want for just one night?

I wake up this morning with Ed making me feel not so wonderful about my late night indulgence-actually he is trying to make me feel horrible.

He is kind of getting through to me.

But that’s why I wrote this post right when I woke up.

For the rest of the day, whenever Ed is saying his lies about how “bad”  I am for eating what I ate, I can just look back and read about my peaceful and joyful experience of sitting in my kitchen for a late night dessert trying every chocolate in my chocolate box.

And on a side note totally not relevant to my chocolate box experience, I realized that while I am able to connect with everyone via email or comments, other fighters are not able to be connected with each other.

I’ve been speaking with a few other fighters who said they would like to be connected to other people for support, especially with the holidays coming up.

Is anyone wanting to participate in some kind of Facebook forum where everyone can speak and discuss and offer support to one another outside this blog?

I think that’s the easiest way to do it. If you are interested, please let me know so I can put it together and invite everyone who wants to be part of it.

Or, maybe we can try a TweetChat, or an online EDA group? But I think Facebook is easiest, so let me know what you guys think either with comments or emails.

So, yes, I tried every single chocolate in the box.

What can I say to you Ed?

Hell yeah.

Hello life.


5 thoughts on “Day 333: Trying Every Chocolate In The Box

  1. I’m so behind in everyone and am trying to catch up. I rather wish I had read this because it was a huge struggle for me this year. I’m not on Facebook though so wouldn’t be able to participate.

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