Chocolate. The word itself is magical. Just say chocolate, and you get the feel of of luxury, comfort, lip smacking delicious pleasure. Eating chocolate is classy; a sweet wrapped in paper or a something from a box from a sweet shop just can’t compete. It’s an event in the day.
Of course Im a chocolate addict. And more so, living in a town which is famous for homemade chocolates, I number among the 99% of women who love chocolates. A secret passed on by two middle aged ladies, who sojourn in America every year ( that sounds much better than saying they go there often to babysit) was that they come back after each trip with a stash of chocolates which they keep – only for themselves.
This last month, I’ve been steadfastly staying away from chocolates even though people seem to choose this period to give us more and more. Yesterday, since there was no fruit left, I started on the chocolate for dessert.
It settled one problem for me. I had been wondering whether I was an abstainer or moderator. Gretchen Rubin of the Happiness Project has detailed two kinds of people.
You’re a moderator if you…
— find that occasional indulgence heightens your pleasure – and strengthens your resolve
— get panicky at the thought of “never” getting or doing something
You’re an abstainer if you…
— have trouble stopping something once you’ve started
— aren’t tempted by things that you’ve decided are off-limits
Im a moderator who also has trouble NO 1. of the abstainer.