Damn you Easter Bunny...you are my Lex Luther?

Chocolate, oh sweet chocolate, you are my kryponite and around you I am drained of all power, you induce a sugar high that makes me weak in the knees.  During Easter, like Halloween and very similar to Christmas I am faced with my greatest nemesis and tested.  Raised to never discriminate I give every kind of chocolate a chance and I love all kinds, even the cheap foil wrapped dollar store eggs.  White, milk, dark,  it really doesn't matter I am not picky.  

My name is Dana and I am a chocoholic. Admitting that I am powerless over this addiction is the very first step getting away from it.  When did it start? I don't remember not liking sweets especially chocolate.  First was my tumultuous teen years some might have called me an emotional eater and I found comfort in my dear friend chocolate.  Then came the denial, that's what I was in for most of my early twenties, better known as the "heavy" years.  My "problem" took an ugly turn when I had my quarter life crisis at twenty five.  On my first date with my soon to be husband I ordered the most beautiful Triple Chocolate Brownie cake.  But because I am a lady I didn't polish off the whole thing and took home a doggy bag.  You are thinking that isn't so bad, we all have a delicious chocolate dessert every once in a while. Had it only stopped there.  Rock bottom came the next day, instead of waking up to take a cold shower after a steamy dream about my new man I woke up in a cold sweat aching for that piece of triple chocolate cake sitting in the fridge in the next room.  A better woman would have at least waited until lunch...but not me.  I went straight to that fridge and quickly polished off what remained from the night before.  Much like an addict of any kind I lose all dignity when I come face to face with my vice and I relapse so very quickly.

As I type this I am with mixed emotion scarfing down the Mr. Solid that the Easter Bunny brought my three month old son. This year with Fran one month in is getting hard and I am starting to hit one speed bump after another.  I can't help but think...will this get easier?  What did I get myself into?  Can I prevail over these challenges and transform myself like Clark Kent did so many times when faced with adversity?  Is this over indulgence just a sign that maybe I am once again becoming an emotional eater.