The Chocolate War

Chocolate was not a problem for me until I got pregnant. I mean, I liked it. I wasn’t mentally ill, for God’s sake. But it wasn’t a compulsion, like french fries. Then I got pregnant and I became an addict. I had high hopes the addiction would fade away after my pregnancy, like my swollen feet. Instead, the chocolate problem was more like my now straighter and darker hair – permanent.

I’ve tried to fight it. But since I have the willpower of a two year old, that hasn’t been successful. I’ve tried to indulge it. But since I still have to wear my maternity jeans, that hasn’t exactly been successful either. I’ve tried low calorie versions of chocolate. But since I am picky, I have only recently been successful.

I’ve discovered Skinny Cow ice cream sandwiches. They are really, really good. Not expensive chocolate truffles from Belgium good, but pint of chocolate ice cream good. And they’re much less fattening than eating a pint – or even a serving – of ice cream. Chocolate wafers, cookies and cream ice cream (there are other flavors like strawberry, vanilla and mint, not that I’ve tried them) . . . for less than 200 calories.

Thanks to Mom Central, maybe someday I’ll be able to wear my real jeans again.