curse the godiva

It always happens late at night, when the rest of my family is asleep, and I'm tired and reviewing my long "to do" list for the next day.  It usually starts out innocently enough.  A  sugar cookie from a plate of treats dropped off that evening, or sometimes a little peanut brittle.  But, after a few bites, I decide that these things are not really what I want.  And, inevitably, I end up pulling out the godiva box ( an annual gift from one of Gregg's well meaning business associates) to lift off that shiny gold lid and investigate.   Of course, the thought of the gift is very kind, but results are usually are not to my benefit.  I do appreciate the illustrated sample map godiva usually includes.  It provides guidance on some level.  But, even the color pictures aren't always detailed enough for me to differentiate, and before the clock strikes midnight, I will try each and every chocolate and finish off more than half.  It's a strange conversation I have with myself after taking that first bite,

     Hmmm... this one is not bad, I was hoping the filling would be a little creamier, not sure it's worth the calories, maybe I should move on, although, the second bite was better than the first....

Most of the time I decide I'm already too far down the road of gluttony, and I finish the job.  That's one thing you count on about me.  I finish the job.  And now, if you'll excuse me, it's almost midnight.