For those of you who don't know, I can't eat wheat (or a myriad of other common foods. This is a recent development, so for the time being I follow it more as a guideline that a rule, but I'm working on it). It's a bummer, but I console myself that I can - and will - eat dark chocolate.
Someone brought muffins into work today. No big deal. People are always bringing crap into work, and usually it's not of the "high-quality, extra-enticing/tempting" variety. Today was no exception, except for the dark-chocolate-chunk muffin. I caved. But, rather than eat the wheat (and deal with the numbing headache it was sure to induce), I picked out each morsel of chocolate. Like a kid with a bowl of lucky charms. Or like an ape and fleas (see fuzzy, poor-quality, google image above). It was the thought of this last example that left me kind of disgusted with myself. But then I remembered that it tasted so good. Who said evolution is always a good thing?
The irony of this food intolerance issue is that I never really cared for chocolate before. I liked it and would eat it, but I've always preferred treats of the fruit variety. But now...I can't get enough dark chocolate. I know it's not the worst treat for me, but I'm a smart, logical person and can't deny the fact that all the antioxidants in the world aren't going to erase the calories. Oh well. Life is too short.