A Control Thing

“I used to be a horrible cook! Everyone’s kids lose weight at camp because the food is so bad, but my boys came back 10lbs heavier each year, that’s how bad my cooking was.” Carol laughed, “that was before the food network. Now I’m a good cook” which was very apparent as we nibbled on the homemade snacks she had brought out. “I’m really good at following steps, I was a teacher, so breaking things down and understanding process really comes naturally to me.” Her home was warm and welcoming, but you could be sure that everything was in it’s place, the fridge was full, but not too full, the table was set just so: Carol liked control. But when it came to chocolate, it was a different story….



“I mean, I was a chocoholic. Some people start the day with a cigarette, I started with a chocolate bar. I literally ate an entire bar for breakfast.” Glowing, Carol continued, “I literally dream in chocolate,” she gasped, “it’s truly euphoric, the state that it puts you in is like nothing else.” Unfortunately, this chocoholic was on the wagon. Carol’s son was going to be married, and damn if she wasn’t going to look as good as the bride to be’s mother, so as much as it pained her, chocolate was out.



“I can’t just eat one piece, you know, I want it all, so I just wont go near it. But the day after the wedding, first thing I’m doing, is buying myself some chocolate!” Hmmm, you lose control when you eat chocolate, yet, you love chocolate?

Opportunity: Maybe bending the rules can be a good thing? Give in to losing control.