We’ve all got a guilty pleasure and I’ve come to realise that chocolate is mine.
I’m not the only one though, we’re a nation of chocolate lovers, but I worry that I enjoy it a little bit more than the average person.
I’m not fussy at all when it comes to the sweet stuff.
My top choice would probably be the milk chocolate variety which contains some sort of crunchy nut, maybe hazelnuts.
But give me anything that has the word ‘chocolate’ written on the wrapper and I’ll be happy to consume its contents.
Just recently I’ve got a real taste for the chocolate that supposedly contains seventy per cent cocoa which apparently has many benefits including improving your mood and releasing positive ‘endorphin’ chemicals into your body.
So of course, that gives me an excuse to eat more. But there is a downside to having a big love for chocolate and that is all the added calories it brings with every chunk eaten so I try not to indulge too often.
I remember feeling frustrated after going for a five kilometre jog along Southsea seafront and my GPS running watch telling me I’d burnt off over three hundred calories.
When I got home, my reward was a bar of my favourite chocolate, nice and cold from the fridge, just the way I like it. But a quick glance on the packet revealed the chocolate bar contained around three hundred calories.
All that jogging for just one bar of chocolate that would be devoured in just a few minutes, life is just not fair. Although I don’t over indulge very often, there are two times of the year when I probably eat more than might be healthy.
Christmas time when those big tins of chocolates make their way into my home and Easter time when extra space is needed in the kitchen cupboards for all the chocolate eggs with their huge over the top packaging.
Our fridge usually contains a section where small bars of chocolate are stored as a treat for my daughters or to reward their good behaviour.
But now, with Easter just days away I’m aware that soon it might resemble a scene from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Unfortunately, none of that chocolate will belong to me.
Being part of a large family means that both Caitlin and Alyssa tend to end up with what Charlie did in the famous film, a lifetime supply of chocolate.
I worry that if left alone in the house with so much tasty chocolate, the temptation maybe too much to take and I may eat the entire stock.
But of course this would be mean and it doesn’t belong to me.
However, over the next few weeks I will be reinforcing to my daughters the importance of sharing, like any responsible parent should.