Somedays I need to just say that. Over the last couple of months, I have noticed my moments of frustration--with the kids, with my husband, with my house, with my job, with me, with, well you name it, have resulted in a trip through the kitchen to find some chocolate. It's not that I don't pray about those things, but chocolate is a "quick fix".
Chocolate, you are not my god! You cannot make my problems better, though you do make things better for a moment!
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Chocolate tastes pretty good though. For the most part I can't keep it in my apartment anymore. Birthdays are clearly an exception because right now I'm eating a piece of french silk pie left over from my birthday. Oh, the never ending battle with chocolate to solve any problem
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