I can't remember a moment from my entire life where I didn't pick chocolate milk in the school cafeteria, where I didn't love going to wedding receptions because of the refreshments, or being at home where cookies and brownies weren't readily available (even if I had to bake them up myself).
When Richard and I married, he liked sweets but didn't crave them incessantly. I was surprised when I would bake brownies and Richard would hardly touch one. That would've never happened in my home growing up. Once a large pan of brownies was cut, my 6 siblings and I would devour the entire thing in less than 5 minutes. I am not exaggerating.
It wasn't long until Richard's habits changed noticeably. I saw him opening and closing cupboards over and over. I asked him, "Honey, what are you looking for?"
His eyes got wide and he yelled, "CHOCOLATE! I NEED CHOCOLATE!"
I was completely saddened when I saw in him this ugly trait I saw in myself. And I definitely felt guilty that I played an active role in getting him there. But, then I'm sure I pulled out the chocolate chips.
This sugar affair has got to end! I don't know how. I don't know how long.
But this time I'm gonna hold myself accountable--right here.