I know, you’re jealous. But trust me, you shouldn’t be.
See, when I was little, I would beg my mom for M&Ms for breakfast and refuse to eat whatever else she served (yes, I realize now how horrible I was as a child, and yes, I have apologized). On those mornings, my mom just let me go without breakfast, insisting that it was my choice if I wanted to suffer. I thought it was because she was mean or didn’t understand how fun life would be if you were allowed to color outside the lines–but it was actually probably because she knew just how terrible I’d feel if I tried to exist on chocolate alone. Worse than eating no breakfast at all, it turns out.
Let me take you back to this morning and explain what happened to me: The turtle was sneaky in his deception. He was so enticing and adorable. He was practically singing to me as I hit my snooze button for the third time. Obviously, we were meant to be. I nibbled away and when I was finished, I felt awesome. Wide awake, full of energy, ready to have a super bad ass day. That lasted for exactly 42 minutes. Then came the bad thing.
It isn’t just a headache. It isn’t just a stomach ache. It’s both, coupled with a just enough sugar-rush residue to make me unpleasantly jittery. I love chocolate. I really do. But I also think I’ve learned my lesson. Real food wins out for breakfast.
Now, what should I get for lunch . . . a Nutella sandwich or a Choco Taco?
How much do you love chocolate? Have you ever eaten chocolate or candy for breakfast and regretted it? Tell me in the comments!