By Ana Tampanna

Chocolate delays reality. If I were eating chocolate, everything is on hold: fear, panic, frustration and insecurity. Chocolate offers a great wealth, a sweetness of life, a euphoric feeling of luxury. I love chocolate in many forms, from M & Ms, for imported Lindt balls, a dark fudge frosting in a pop-top can, to Hersheys dark chocolate bite-sized morsels.



It's hard to eat only a little chocolate. I fooled myself if I chew and swallow quickly, as did other foods. Correct chocolate to eat, we should let melt in the mouth with eyes closed, the delicious feeling, thick coat of smooth velvet tongue. It is also difficult to eat really good chocolate silent. I purr usually a long ummmmmmm of female satisfaction of the beneficiaries of such a pleasure.



I have strategies for eating chocolate. I meditate after lunch, enjoy the sweetness of life without calories, I brush my teeth after drinking my coffee noon, and I give chocolate towards my mother, so its not in the house. But it comes back as gifts from other sources, knowing that it is loved and cherished in my presence.



My daughter loves chocolate. A hereditary characteristic, I guess. Sometimes my mother and my daughter and I enjoy together chocolate, a female binding of sensual gratification.



We give each other gifts of Easter bunnies, Christmas balls, and Valentine confections, then share our abundance blessed with each other. We hide from other relatives, and never apologize for such a greedy decadence. We have trained the men in our lives to buy for us but also by expressing our pleasure and satisfaction as lip-smacking, vocalized beatitude. Its when we allow our chocolate gift givers to voyeurs of us pleasure.



I have a friend who refers to chocolate as the fourth basic food group. They eat in public, for the people, instead of the chocolate company private sessions where nobody can count bites or documents. Self-righteous jailers they are, who outraged souls who reprimand us. Sometimes we, ourselves, our split personalities loving and hate our obsession. My sister-in-law denies her children from chocolates bad influence, but the proceeds personally to her entrapment. Chocolate calls her name, beckoning her into a trance-like state to follow its seductive aroma to the kitchen. I know that smell good, it can not be contained in a cardboard box, foil wrapper, or an insulated refrigerator.



Sometimes I eat chocolate to wake me up, or to continue to work if I want to stop and take a nap. Much prefer a carrot on a stick. A self-imposed bribe to push. Of course, this has negative consequences bribes when my jeans don� � � t confirm.



I assume that the alligator here is the addiction. But addiction to what? Chocolate? Or pushing to get there? What a pity that my time is spent on activities that the dont burn calories. Striving, planning, dreams, persistent, determining the borders, beyond the control of tasks, the revision of the objectives, paying bills.



I refuse to give up chocolate. I know that women have. Women too thin. I m enjoying my life. I have other restrictions, and I refuse other desserts, bread and wine during the week. But chocolate has its place.



About the Author



Ana Tampanna, "The Alligator Queen",is the author of the The Womanly Art of Alligator Wrestling. For more information about her books in addition to her speaking and coaching services, to its site at http: / / www. alligatorqueen.com.