I’ve been in a long term relationship with chocolate for as long as I can remember. It’s always been there for me when I needed it, or when I wanted it. Chocolate delighted me like no other. Or so I’ve thought.
I’ve come to this crossroads. I’ve discovered, slowly, against my own will, that chocolate, love of my life for this long, hasn’t ever done a thing that ultimately helped me. Chocolate is not the healthiest thing in the world, as you know. It doesn’t help me actually deal with my problems; just escape them for a moment. Chocolate is just there to enjoy the good times, nothing more. In hindsight, this seems pretty obvious. I guess I was just too into the good times myself to see clearly. I was in a hazy pink fog of happiness and bliss.
But worst of all is the dependency. Needing the boost to get through a tough spot. Needing it to be happy when I can’t by myself. It’s a worse kind of addiction than most. Because a physiological dependency can be broken with time, but there’s no surefire way to escape psychological addiction. I really hate that. I don’t want to be anyone’s, or anything’s, slave. I don’t want to need that crutch to get me through life’s hard places.
I’ll man up. I’ll face the root of my problem, and the symptoms, too. I don’t want to be with chocolate anymore if nothing good ever comes of it. No matter how I look at it, my life can only improve if I ditch chocolate. Now all I need is the courage and the will power to do this difficult thing. How does one swear off something so close and so dear? But I imagine doing so with chocolate is a lot easier than other things. This is preparation. This is training. It’s grace in disguise.
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. Today is the first day of a better life.