2001
| January 15, 2001 Confirmation No. xxxxx www.stephanys-chocolate.com Since we spilled the box of truffles when loading the truck while my younger son was in the PICU a week or so back, I had to make amends. They were my little boy's Christmas present - all 6'2"" 200 lbs of him (lot of fluid). A present he had received that is. My older son had arrived at the end of the many trips to the parking garage (I had to empty the 2North room while he was in the PICU). He was rolling the computer table (which is still in the van) and it was piled with magazines and the box of truffles had gotten into that pile. Actually, it was four piles of magazines. It was a very unstable load. He did really good getting the assembled mess down to the first floor - but he lost it just before the elevator to the garage. I had gone ahead with another suitcase load. My younger son being better by this point, we were in a more jovial mood. It was late at night. I was hungry. The scare had receded for now. I will die my hair soon. I must be white at the roots by now. When my elder son reached the truck, he told me that he had dropped the truffles (horrors!). He also told me that he left five or six truffles on the sidewalk - I was actually going to go for them! Five-second rule - those truffles are still good! Well, if they were on the hospital floor (which I wash on occasion - on the occasion that I spill the bath water on it)....it would have applied. (In my case, it is a five-minute rule. Whatever.) Sidewalk or no...I still would have made a dive for them. I was still so spun up from the crisis that I actually suggested that we go get them! "No! No! No!" said my more restrained (him?) elder child. (I must be really out of control if he is the restrained one!) "Buy some more later," he said....as he kicked them out of my reach - skittering them under a mailbox. He had boots on. He was going for distance. My eating disorder had me considering crawling under the mailbox to retrieve them. When you gain weight, the fat cells get noisy. They like company. Mine have gotten real vocal lately. We had several truffles left in the box - rescued truffles that had landed on magazines or still in their box - which we then proceeded to carry back from the truck. Never leave chocolate unguarded. As part of our comfort binge - we each ate three of the remaining truffles while toting the rest of the stuff to the car. Eat? Crammed them into my mouth all at once! Temptation was definitely the winner here. This was just before we adjourned for the cheeseburger blowout. We informed my younger child of this miscarriage of his chocolate when he was awake. I promised to replace them. They were only 1-1.12 inches in diameter - little lethal fat bombs. Very rich fat bombs. So today I ordered a new box of truffles. ... over the web. The Christmas box was 8.5 oz. So of course I ordered the biggest box they had - 12oz. I don't stint. Besides, I take Estrogen and it's the 15th of the month - a day for either catching a willing man or eating chocolate. I eat chocolate. Haven't found anything I wanted to be willing. (Tall blond Italians don't count since they are out of range.) My younger son got to have 1-2 truffles from the original box - he bit them and put them back with their bites clearly showing - only way to keep Mommy out of the box. Ha! If he hadn't gotten up tonight I was cruising around looking. After three days of unstable intestines I had actually eaten food - I had a chicken sandwich and a salad over in the Stanford cafeteria. A cup of coffee (decafe with French Vanilla mix) in the room. A diet soda. And I wanted chocolate. My fat cells were singing. Breakfast today was at 11Am and was Medifast and lunch was 6 HERSHEY'S kisses. I didn't take the time to fix more Medifast. I had a headache. I was busy. I had the last untouched (unbitten) Truffle at 7PM. I hit the web. Before I can remember that I got him Hagen Daaz and it's in the freezer. Chocolate and chocolate fudge. Before I remembered the now frozen previously melted Cadbury bar (good!). (Of course I ate it later! The almonds had collected together in a big blob of chocolate. Yummy!) I am big and ready to explode. The only thing to keep me from resembling a Firestone tire is that I am not black. But I would get better mileage. |
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