My addiction began very early in life. My fiends and family may have known something was up……but I don’t think they would have ever guessed how bad things got.
I have a picture of me as a very young girl in the kitchen of my parents home. I’m standing on a stool, a big wooden spoon in my hand, chocolate pudding (or chocolate cake batter) all over my face. I was sooooo happy. The sweetness racing though my body and triggering the dopamine that creates the ultimate chocolate high. It could have stopped there. But we all know that it didn’t. I was hooked.
I remember being in elementary school and getting my allowance on Saturday mornings. I would take that money and walk about a mile to the closest corner store to buy……you guessed it, chocolate. But I felt guilty buying too much at one store so I would…
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