Daniel and dark chocolate
Before I left work yesterday, Mike and I planned to meet at the park so the kids could play.
During the half-mile walk from my office to my car, I realized something. There was a piece of dark chocolate in my lunch bag.
Oh, dark chocolate. I’ve always enjoyed a nice piece of dark chocolate. But it’s different now. I don’t want to bore you with all the details of the food plan I’m currently following. I will say that I’m reading “The Daniel Plan” and trying to adhere to the list of “good foods” that author Rick Warren suggests. I mean, really, it’s not complicated. It’s nothing new. Unlimited veggies, lots of fruits, lean meats in moderation and some whole grains, nuts and legumes. No processed sugar.
But you know why Rick Warren is OK by me? Because he says dark chocolate is allowed. It has to be at least 70 percent cacao and only like one ounce at a time. And sparingly. Whatever that means. Sparingly throughout the week? Sparingly throughout the day? Sparingly throughout the hour?
A couple of my friends and I are following “The Daniel Plan” for Lent. I believe sacrificing some of the excess in our lives is always a good practice. So yeah, one little, measly ounce.
But I will not sacrifice my one ounce of 70 percent cacao dark chocolate to anyone else in my house. No, I will not. They can eat regular chocolate. Or I will share my broccoli or turkey burgers or apple slices with them. But the dark chocolate is mine.
Elliot has seen the dark chocolate on the counter a couple times and begged for a piece of it. Swatting his hands away with a spatula, I’ve bellowed, “OUT OF MY KITCHEN! I am making you a healthy dinner!”
OK, so you get the idea on the dark chocolate? It’s like my one and only treat until Easter. Not like I really need “treats.” I am fully aware of all my issues with food and my unhealthy emotional connections to it. Don’t worry, I will write more about this in the future.
For now, back to yesterday. The temperature was in the low 70s. Isn’t that just the most perfect temperature? Anyway, I knew if I left that dark chocolate in my lunch bag while my car was parked near the playground, it would probably melt. That was unacceptable. Melted dark chocolate in my lunch bag would be a mess. Plus, if I will not share the dark chocolate with my husband or my children, then you can sure as heck bet I will not share it with the sun or my car or my lunch bag. Forget that.
So as I got some exercise walking to my car, I ate that dark chocolate. It was my second ounce for the day. I was a rebel for those 30 seconds.