A Random Thought About Chocolate

I love chocolate. In fact my Dad gave me a box of See's candy and Kerry gave me a box of See's candy. What am I going to do? I think I will take up running like Maurine and Marcia to work it all off. I used to be on the track team in High School. I ran the 200 meter. I wonder if it is the best thing for me though because my heart starts beating so hard and I feel so out of breath that my lungs hurt and my feet hurt from pounding the pavement. I wasn't really great at it and I got an award for coming in 9th on the team when we ran up and down Mount Helena (over the H and down). High School track was a long time ago and I remember exercising about 4 hours a day between my 2 gym classes and my 2 hour workout for track. I also lost a lot of weight and kept losing weight. I wasn't hungry so I wouldn't eat. But I kept exercising and became OCD about losing weight and exercising because I'm a perfectionist. My parents got my grandparents involved and I had a talk with my Grandmother Olsen about what I was doing (exercising and not eating). Before bed I would do sit ups and run. When I got up I would skip 2 meals a day and then eat a little bit of dinner. I finally decided one day that I wasn't going to eat dinner because Chili was too fattening. I walked away from the table without touching my food and my Dad got really really upset with me telling me that a lady at his work died because she wouldn't eat. My Mom was upset too, telling me to sit and eat. So Dad sat me down at the table with his hands on my shoulders (with my Mom watching) and said that I had to eat that bowl of Chili. I protested, cried, and begged to no avail and finally my Dad won. I ate the bowl of Chili. Then he took me to the Doctor. UGH. After that I took a good look at myself in the mirror. I was a bag of bones and I was really scared. That was the end of my track career and my not eating. So now I like chocolate and enjoy food and some time I might take up running.