My Frenemies

Something I've learned during this rehabilitation process is that one probably shouldn't be eating with the same gusto as an active, healthy person. And by active, I just mean: gets out of bed and goes to work. Sure, they say it's good for healing to have a healthy appetite, but let's face it, if you're eating and not moving around very much, you're gonna get fat. So while I do get up and shuffle around the house, I am still not Action Jackson at this point. And sure, at times I can't seem to put away the same size meals that I would normally be able to (thank goodness), but there seems to be a problem emerging. And that problem is called chocolate.

I am sorry to embody a female stereotype. And I hate to sound like a Cathy comic. But for no good reason, I need chocolate. Lindt ball, Hershey's kiss, Ghiradelli Square, Russell Stover; they are at my disposal ALL DAY LONG. Maybe part of the reason I can't resist these frenemies is because I am lying around like Cleopatra a good part of the day and feeling entitled. Oh, and there's nothing like cancer to make you feel entitled. And maybe part of it is that I've had next to no alcohol since before my surgery (I'm just starting to slowly get back on that wagon) so I was devoid of one vice and perhaps I felt like replacing it with another? I don't know. I just know that it's getting to be a problem. It requires monitoring. Even three Lindt balls is A LOT (read the bag). Do I replace one Lindt ball with a Girl Scout cookie? And why do five Hershey's kisses seem so much more innocent than a Lindt ball in my head? I try to make sure things are out of sight as much as possible, but who are we kidding, I know where to find them..

It needs to slow down. Maybe the same kind of weaning process I'm trying with my pain meds. I notice that the latest quitting drug for smokers let's you smoke the first week, so maybe something like that. Right after the next Lindt ball.