‘Tis a Sad, Sad Day

I’ve been reviewing my price list for groceries I buy often enough to matter.  *SIGH!*  It has come to my attention that the price of chocolate has risen 30% in the past 6 months.  The wailing is me.

I’ve been a chocoholic for years.  I’m talking the good stuff: dark European chocolate with about 99% butterfat, that melts as it crosses the threshold of your lips.  But today I hung the black wreath at the door for that sweet elixir of Life.  When my trifle weekly indulgence (which was beginning to last longer than a week, actually) skyrockets that much, I have to revisit Euphoria. 

Nah, don’t even waste your breath suggesting cheaper candies pretending to be Chocolate.  And just as you cannot expect any other kind of addict to quit cold turkey without repercussions, don’t expect me to just, y’know, stop it.  Yes, you may toss Tootsie Rolls at me while passing, and that may fool my hormones just enough to let you by.  But that’s not real Chocolate; soon my body will revolt, and it won’t be pretty.

As much as I hate to do it, as much as every fiber in my being screams, “Are you NUTS?!” I have to cut back.  Drastically.  I’m overdue, I suppose.  This is going to be a really big shift in my behavior, and I think tax season is not the best time for this.  Okay, I can do this, right?  After all, it’s just a little sacrifice, and others have sacrificed much more.  They got through the Depression, didn’t they?

Help?