Last evening, during Anna's dance class, I was wandering around the neighborhood drugstore. I was feeling tired, sore, and quite discouraged about my weight and health in general.
So I ended up on the chocolate aisle. They have GOOD chocolate there. I stared at it for a moment, realizing I'm gaining anyway, no matter how hard I try, no matter how healthy (and how simple-carb free I go), so why not?
I decided not to. Know why? Because I didn't want the chocolate merely because chocolate is damn good and I like it. I wanted it to anesthetize myself. And that cup has no bottom.
So I walked away.
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