Chocolate covered psychobabble

I recently re-discovered an intense love for chocolate, which has surprised and not delighted me.  I mean, how many vices can you have?  I've always loved ice cream.  In fact, I could eat a carton of ice cream in two days flat, all by myself.  But just chocolate?  I could take it or leave it.  Well, once upon a time, I could. 

And then I ate a piece of Easter chocolate, and it's been all downhill from there.  Seriously - my friend gave me some of her kids' leftover grody Easter candy to give as prizes for games at school.  But my kids haven't seen a bit of the generic chocolate eggs or Palmer's peanut butter cups that were in the bag, because I find myself sneaking them after school when no one else is around. This is a new and shocking development in my life, possibly explaining why I can't seem to lose this extra ten pounds I'm packing.  What to do?  And as I say, "What to do?" I'm eating a little crunchy chocolate bunny.  AHHHHH!!!! 

Let's approach this medically.  I'm sure that this desire for sweets is a product of my need for protein, so I should serve myself a hearty helping of cheese and beans.  I'll let you know how that works...

Maybe we should approach this psychologically.  I need to lower my stress level, which is through the roof, causing me to crave and devour chocolate as a means of release.  Hmmmm, wait.  I'm a teacher.  No way to reduce the stress there...

What do I have left?  Can I approach this shopaforically?  No money + no shopping = desire for chocolate.  Does that make any sense?

Ugh.  Maybe I just didn't let myself like it for a long time, probably for the very reason that Valentine's Day comes every year, followed very closely by Easter, which equals tons of candy just in time for me to have a big butt for my birthday in June (how's that for some alliteration?). Who knows?

But all joking aside, it's time to put down the Cadbury mini-eggs and hit the road for a nice long run.  It is, after all, a gorgeous spring, and I intend to enjoy it for all its outdoor worth, no thoughts of summer bikinis whatsoever (HAH!).