Of strange confessions that these archives seemingly litter with, add this, an asinine randomness of mysterious proportions most illogical, yet still in existence.
That I had in a fit of zealous undertakings made Siri swear on a reminder, to remind me each day at 20:00hrs that I should refrain from partaking in any hot chocolate potation.
As it had happened, I'd a month prior begun to freely imbibe hot chocolate, a device of my own making, or rather a recipe I devised and so much did I like the result of that terra-cotta coloured velvety smoothness that every night a mug of steaming cuppa chocolate was downed with an injudicious eagerness.
Realizing this wasn't a practice I'd like carry on with, considering I didn't need the extra calories–even though one mug according to my calculations is a measly 80 calories, still in my fanatic commitment to stay fit, I fed Siri a reminder that kept me from drinking it for a month.
Seeing how it had positively affected me I deleted the reminder a few days prior, understanding that I'd cured myself of this crippling addiction most sweet.
Alas, the past two days that Siri didn't chime with the reminder, I fell off the wagon.
Yes, darling, only yesterday I had the terrible urge to mix a few spoonfuls of chocolate mix to hot water and coat my insides with liquid nirvana and I did, except it felt like a party inside of me, so delicious and forgotten the taste felt, and ah, not just that; I sheepishly write this post with a mug that sends wafting a chocolaty fug over my person.
I failed in my resolve and disastrously so, and this has got me wondering how on earth did I keep it together with a silly reminder on a phone. Needless to say, I've reassigned the said reminder to keep myself from walking to the glass jar that houses a deep bronze powder of powers most voluptuously enticing. .
Granted I do not possess a will of iron, but since when did it get to be so elastic?
Over come with guilt.. sigh.
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