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The Break Up

Here is part 2 of the HCG weekend saga:

I had been so good all weekend. I didn't cheat on the diet once. But Sunday night, I just couldn't take it anymore. Too many people with too many good things to eat. So, I decided I wanted to have some chocolate chips. They are semi-sweet - so that's better than it could be, right?
Well, I went into the kitchen and proudly declared that I was going to eat them. Big mistake. Matthew grabbed my arms and restrained me from getting the bag. Then, when I did get the bag, he wrestled with me - but, my mad craze for chocolate made me stronger than ten men and I won. I happily grabbed a huge handful and put them in a napkin so I could enjoy my much needed splurge.
Then James saw me. He tackled me to the couch. And he is NOT a small child. My strength turned to weakness as his ridiculously strong arms bested me. As he pried the luscious chocolate pieces from my tightly clenched fist, I cried out, 'NO!!!! I NEED them! I NEED them!' To which my Mother, through her laughter, replied, 'This is intervention'. I responded, 'I don't need intervention. I NEED chocolate!'
But, alas, my pleas didn't save my chocolate. They did, however, result in James standing as a bodyguard betwixt me and the kitchen for the rest of the evening. I'm sure the kitchen felt safer even though I didn't.

Comments

Jessica said…
Aw, such a sweet, supportive family. ;) As much as I'm NOT a fan of the HCG diet, I do think it would be kinda sad for you to trip up after so much time and will power invested into it!
October 13, 2010 at 1:50 PM
Baby Sister said…
Wow. At least you know your family loves you...right? I do have to say I laughed REALLY hard...so thanks for that.
October 13, 2010 at 9:40 PM
Unknown said…
HA! Cursed families who protect us from our own nature! That is hilarious ... and sad. I'll eat some chocolate for you.

See what a good friend I am?
October 14, 2010 at 8:51 AM
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