I've been telling myself this is emergency chocolate since it mysteriously appeared on my desk last Tuesday morning.
I've been trying to turn my (dieting) life around and mend my misguided (Cheeto-eating ways) so it's still in the wrapper. Yesterday I moved it off of my desk because I could hear it calling my name.
This is why emergency chocolate should be stored behind glass that must be broken to reach it. I try to never break glass. I also think it should have an alarm attached.
Now I want chocolate but staring at that unbroken wrapper makes me feel like I've accomplished something. And once the wrapper is breached, that entire bar is living on borrowed time...