Sometimes you just have to face facts and realize - you have an addiction.
Case in point. On Friday I was working at VoiceboxX. The rain was at bay. The sun was shining and birds were chirping. It was a beautiful day.
Ashley, my co-worker, came in the door, back from lunch with her mother.
"Hey," she said, "I have some chocolate from mom. It's Russel Stover's. Want some?"
She put the box on the divider between my desk and hers. Unable to resist - I reached for it and - fell on my face. My office chair's wheels (apparently greased) flew out from under me and I sailed through the air like a very ungraceful and chubby non-winged creature.
"Oh my God! Are you okay?!" both Ashley and Heather shrieked as I remained on all fours, laughing.
I stood up slowly and said: "I will never live this down. A fat girl, reaching for chocolate and falling flat on her face."
I told Harry about it later and, trying to be supportive, he only laughed for five minutes straight. "Well," he said between giggles, "did you at least eat the chocolate?"
I paused. "Well... yeah."