There they are. The box is full of chocolate, uneaten, forlorn. I had two favourites, the crema catalona with its delicate slightly burnt taste of vanilla and the authentic black, the bitter one to wake you up. One day I stopped eating chocolate. I always had a row of each chocolate after dinner. It was my dessert, something to munch whilst drinking my tea. My son had a new time table, meaning that lunch was served half an hour later. To compensate I missed out my lunchtime dessert which would have meant half an hour less for a midday sleep. I had to think it over. Will the afternoon programme have half an hour less sleep or shall I just carry on as usual and add the half an hour.
On the other hand do I really need this chocolate every day? I am diabetic amongst other problems and the chocolate is really too much of a good thing. Think of your streamlined figure which is no longer so streamlined due to the chocolate. Not only was this ritual a lunchtime habit, but also after the evening meal. It is always good to round off the meal with something sweet. And then I lost the taste for the bitter sweet delights of life. I really stopped, it was cold turkey. I did not have nightmares, nor was I shaking and itching for the missing perk. One day I decided I do not need this, or was it my diabetes that decided. I just did not bother. My midday sleep was at the usual time and I did not even miss the sweet preliminaries.
In the meanwhile my chocolate reserve still lays in the fridge, waiting for the next feeling of longing. This all happened before Christmas and I am daily eating less calories. My weight has remained the same, and my figure is still in a southwards shape. Perhaps I am now devouring myself. I do not miss the chocolate, I have no withdrawal symptoms. Mr. Swiss is also now disappointed because his famous apple flans are no longer required. He has lost the purpose in his kitchen life as I have just lost interest in the sweet side of life.
One day it may return. I used to purchase something for an afternoon break , after my sleep, when in the supermarket: a piece of special cake with cream was my favourite. Even this ritual is now neglected.
I have just eaten a tangerine. Eating fruit is healthy they say. Perhaps this year will be the year of health.