Damn Sweets.

The kiddo is selling those damn chocolate bars for a school fundraiser. Yeah, you know the ones… The World’s Finest Chocolate. The ones that cause every mother in America to gain a minimum of 5lbs. Yes…I’m up to 3lbs gained… I currently can’t count how many I’ve eaten this week.. The caramel bars are my favorite, but the waffle crisps are pretty good too. The Hubby loves the almond bars.

It doesn’t help that no one wants to buy them anymore so they sit here on my coffee table…taunting me. I’m weak… They’ve made them smaller and changed the taste and texture of the chocolate. The wrappers are different as well. Of course, they had to in order to keep the price of them at $1.00 a bar or they’d go out of business. BULLSHIT! There is no good reason to mess up a product that was perfect in itself.

I don’t know why I keep scarfing them down. The chocolate has a strange, cheap taste to it. I guess I’m so desperate for something sweet in my hormone driven cravings that I  can’t be picky. It’s like I’m eternally pregnant… but not. I’m so over it…

I have got to get rid of these things. The other night we went to get a pizza and I asked the clerk taking my order if he wanted to buy some. He must have not been informed of the changes because he bought five of them. My mother bought five as well. A few of his bible study teachers bought some. They come in boxes of sixty now. There are forty Left.

You know this means I have eaten about eight or nine… just since Wednesday.

I HAVE A PROBLEM. I’m willing to admit….

I have a sweet tooth….

Any ideas how to get rid of these damn Chocolate bars faster?

Please any input will be helpful!

HURRY!!! Please..before my seasonal 5lb gain becomes a 10lb gain or more!!

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About justajourna1

I am 35, I have always been intrigued with writing. I love it. It is one of the few qualities about my existence that will never die. I love to read as well. At this point in my life I am on another soul search. I have one son, I always wanted more children but I was cursed with severe endometriosis. I am currently married and blessed to have a step-son and a step-daughter. Their father and I have been best friends for a long time. We have a blast together. It's like having a slumber party every night! The thing I love the most is that he accepts me as I am. Broken. Moody. Hormonal. He strives to make me smile and succeeds. (I don't know how he puts up with me) Anyhow, that's a little about me. For more... read the journal.
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3 Responses to Damn Sweets.

  1. Jim says:

    yeh, go ask the grocery store manager if you can set up a table to sell them.

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  2. Kat M says:

    I so sympathize! Years ago when my kids were in elementary school and I was the PTO President, I had stacks and stacks of those stupid bars in my house. When I couldn’t get rid of them, or when parents simply didn’t pick them up after several reminders, I melted some down and made a a glaze for things or I crunched them up and used them in hot chocolate or pancakes, etc. Chocolate can last a while if frozen or refrigerated so feel free to use them in different ways. I’m a horrible cook and I admit it, but you can never go wrong with adding chocolate to sometime. =)

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  3. Canuck Carl says:

    With my last of 4 kids now finishing high school it was like 20 years of dealing with this. The tough part with 4 kids and each involved with fundraising…that is a lot of chocolate.
    Unfortunately I have a weakness for the stuff as well. Hopefully you will find a way to unload those last 40 bars! 🙂

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