As the months passed, cravings decreased. Moments when I was unable to think of anything else all but disappeared. Hallelujah! Talk about a success story! Without the need for rehab, I had personally wrestled my insidious monster to the ground. My recovery was complete. Or so I thought. Of late, my monster has been calling to me. You can never escape me, he gleefully boasts. Suddenly he is everywhere; his lure, relentless. I struggle to avoid a devastating relapse.
My name is Daphne Lockett and ......... I am a chocoholic. Now where did I hide those damn Easter eggs?!?!?!