The habits of many...
Goodness, a mere hours after writing my blog piece about the gathering of women, there I was a part of one. This whole week our community ( well not everyone, as it is voluntary ) is busy making Christmas wreaths and decorations to sell on Saturday. It is a lot of work and I popped in for a few hours yesterday to see if I could help.
Where did I end up helping? In the back room with two other ladies and it took maybe 10 minutes before the subject of weight entered into our conversation. Granted, I was the culprit because I refused a biscuit.
It doesn't take us women long to scuttle along and cover the various thought avenues. Jumping from one subject to another is a piece of cake for us. Connecting the dots is like slipping into an old pair of comfortable slippers. Could it be due to our impressive skill of multi - tasking? I think so.
Anyway, back to the chocolate. It turns out that the love of it doesn't help with having it around. Loving chocolate equates to a case of
Once you see it, it might as well have not been there in the first place.and often there is not much difference between us and a hoover to be honest!
You cannot say that we women aren't clever. Who is it that hides the chocolate as soon as we buy it? Oh yes, there's a conundrum. Now and again we even manage to hide it so well that we forget it's there. Who hasn't stumbled across an old slab of chocolate gathering dust somewhere?
Growing up, I vividly remember that on the occasions where my mum was out for the evening ( or even if she fell asleep in front of the TV ), a hunt for treats went on in our kitchen. Often it was successful but took a lot of determination. Crawling almost into the kitchen cabinet where the pots resided. Usually the big one in the back held the treats...
One of the ladies yesterday told us that she puts the chocolate on top of a cupboard so that it takes energy and determination to get each yummy piece. Oh, we all have our strategies it seems, what is yours?
Biggi
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