Chocolate: the Eighth Deadly Sin

Ugh!  Attack of the chocolate craving...it's like a killer tomato, only more points.

I've had a hard week of being hungry & craving junk--specifically chocolate junk.  Last night I found myself foraging for chocolate in my (relatively) sweets-free house.  You know what I came up with & devoured?  Two Market Pantry Chocolate Chip Granola bars (leftover from the 4th of July Parade) & three glugs of chocolate syrup (age unknown). 

I know I'm just hungry because my body is adjusting to weening & the loss of those extra calories, & I know I shouldn't be ransacking for chocolate like a junkie in a deserted crack house, but that's where I'm at...as evidenced by the look of guilt & horror that was surely on my face when Dave came downstairs last night & busted me in the dark with the fridge open, pouring Hershey's down my throat like it was the last drink in the Sahara. 

The silver lining: I'm really not beating myself up about it.  To quote Lincoln when he poos himself, "It's OK, it happens."