Breaking the habit

No chocolate? Crunches in the evening? My world is being turned upside down. I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but it’s been 13 days since my tongue last tasted the dreaminess of chocolate, sunk down into its delectable milkiness, and slowly rolled it from cheek to cheek just as a sommelier would minus the spitting out. 13 days!!! Wha-at? I am a chocoholic. My addiction is so extreme, once on a Lufthansa flight to Florence, when I discovered a box of sample Ritter Sport chocolates (hazelnut-raisin, le sigh!) near the washrooms, I seriously went to the washroom every five minutes stuffing my pockets and fists full of chocolates! And then there’s my drawer o chocolate at work stuffed full of Swiss chocolate, Belgian chocolate, French chocolate, German chocolate, chocolate chocolate, chocolate. (Only the best of course!) Recently, I spent more than $20 to restock it. That drawer started out …

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Recipe for stinky feet

You know, I actually went into Pilates yesterday feeling somewhat remorseful for the shoes I wore that day, shoes I often refer to as Stinky Feet Katie shoes. But upon leaving the studio, there was no more remorse, in fact, I wished I’d rubbed my feet through the cow paddies in my parents’ fields. Oh yeah, every thought of revenge surging through my crying body. But first, the shoes and my guilt. I don’t know what it is about these shoes, they’re high quality leather, well made, good brand, cute as can be, but they’re also flats, which require bare feet, and anything bare feet plus heat is a recipe for stinky feet. So, before going to Pilates, I scrubbed and scrubbed my feet in the bathtub at my moms trying to wash away the stench as best I could, and even rubbed in some peppermint smelling foot therapy to …

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