Gentle warning to my male readers: This post may apply less to you than my average posts, though there’s some information you might like to pass along to the women in your life.
Are you anything like me?
I mean in the way I can sometimes take a deep look at my actions, my motives, my decisions.
Do you do this, too?
Introversion, perhaps, is the root cause. (Then again, maybe you’re an extrovert who just happens to delve inward.) We who are introverts can think a lot about these kinds of things.
We’re more likely to consider why we ate that piece of chocolate than wondering when our phone will ring for a party invitation.
In fact, we may even spend a bit of time hoping our phone WILL NOT ring with a party invitation. We tend to be more comfortable in intimate settings with fewer people.
Musing.
Wondering.
Considering.
Discovering.
Realizing.
Figuring.
A few weeks ago, I realized I reached for chocolate and other snacks after my sweetie headed out from our time together to return to his own house.
A little emotional gateway calling me to medicate, I see.
Interesting.
And I thought about it more, noticing that it had become a pattern.
I resolved to try again to eat when I’m truly hungry, not for other reasons.
Then the day before a scheduled mammogram, I received an e-mail telling me to request a thyroid shield when we go for either a dental x-ray or a mammogram to help reduce the number of thyroid issues on the rise.
Wow. How I love synchronicity!
And I did ask. And the technician effortlessly pulled out the shield from a cabinet without saying a word.
A few days later, I received a letter that I needed to return for further testing. That was unsettling, especially because, at the same time, I was experiencing some breast discomfort.
Psychic dismay entered, along with plenty of self talk that I’m fine, I’m just fine. That night I didn’t sleep as soundly as usual, however.
Lo and behold, I discovered through a phone call to my doctor’s office that shifting hormones (which I knew) and caffeine, including chocolate (which I didn’t know) can cause breast discomfort.
Did you know this?
Guess who’d developed quite the daily habit of eating dark chocolate?
Yep.
I was a regular cacao addict, pretty regularly dipping my hand into a supply of organic, dark chocolate.
Hmm…
No wonder the scale I’d stepped on after a lapse registered a higher number than I prefer.
My good ol’ daily delight of dark chocolate added up the pounds.
At first, I returned to daily walking to burn some calories.
Then, with the whole revelation connecting chocolate and breast discomfort, I realized I’d like to pass on the discomfiting sensations altogether; so I won’t be dipping into chocolate bars.
Well, at least not regularly.
Did you just say you’re planning to bring over a gift of chocolate?
Sweet…thank you so much.