Confession of A Chocoholic

I am a chocoholic. I nibble it like eating nuts. There was this one time... (I guess more than once actually) that I was able to eat the whole king size bar of Cadbury milk chocolates. Though i know some facts about chocolates, I sometimes (i am figure conscious) can’t help but binge on it.

Last December, an uncle from California sent us a big box full of presents. I was so elated seeing those chocolates inside. I jigged like a child. There were two sets of chocolates that I, in some sort like, fell in love with. It seems like those were some kind of china that I should preserve and display only. It really took me 3 weeks to finally settle on opening the jar of KIRKLAND Signature Chocolates of the World. And I could not afford to eat more than one piece for a day. Eating it is like eating a diamond, figuratively speaking. It is like wasting something precious. When everything was chomped through (it lasted for a month really), similar dilemma happened whether to open or not the Ferrero Prestige. That was really the craziest thing I ever felt or did to my chocolates. And I wish that would never happen again, it was such a torture.