If I have chocolate at night – any kind of chocolate – I will fall asleep like a baby. And then wake up at 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. — ready for the day. It’s very hard to get back to sleep.
When we go out for dinner and they are clearing the plates, my mind always strays. In the direction of dessert. “Would you like to see the dessert menu?” says the server. “Oh gosh. Sure. I’ll look at it.” Har har har. . . . “Look” at it. Right. I see the sorbet assortment or the crème brule or the peach cobbler. It’s then that I start sweating. My heart races. Because right there under the pumpkin cheesecake is the brownie pot with chocolate sauce. And then the chocolate profiteroles. And below that it’s the chocolate gooey globs with chocolate sauce and M&M’s. Donna looks at me with that don’t do it look. I start mumbling “ch-ch-ch-choco . . . ” And for a moment, I become strong and say “I’ll have the blackberry sorbet” knowing what’s going to happen. The server scribbles, turns and starts to walk away. It’s then I go “Wait – wait – I’ll have the chocolate gooey globs with chocolate sauce and M&M’s.” The server nods. Smiles. In a knowing way. And walks away. The gooey globs arrive. And they are delicious.
We go home. I climb in bed and fall asleep. At 3:00 a.m. I wake up. Sharply. And feel like Bill Murray in “Groundhog Day.” Next time. I resolve. I will be strong. A-B-C. “Anything but chocolate.” Har har har. . . . .