There are a few things that feel unshakably bad for me: Voluntarily being outside in the snow. Spending my work weeks in an office building (and, even worse, a suit). Wearing my pajamas all day. Watching television in the middle of a beautiful afternoon. And eating chocolate.*
* I understand that I have just alienated 90% of my audience, including a few of you I hold particularly dear, but please bear with me and my eccentricities and read on for even more horrifying evidence of my chocolate antipathy. Remembering, of course, that we vilify that which we love the most.
For the most part, my weeks of second-time new motherhood confirmed these truths by which I live. Except, most surprisingly — and, probably, most enticingly for those of us (that is all of us) who want another excuse to eat it — for the chocolate.
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