Chocolate > Jeans that fit comfortably

This is chocolate. [Berlin]

Chocolate Titanic [Berlin]

Last night I went to dinner with a friend. We went to a pizza place tucked away really close to my apartment. The pizza was good, but the desert was amazing. It was a warm brownie with fudge sauce, an espresso, and a CHOCOLATE SPOON!

Yes…a spoon made of chocolate. I’ve never seen anything like it. You can actually eat your utensils. Genius. I’ve had a serious hankering for chocolate lately- even more than usual…so this chocolate cutlery business was pretty much the best thing ever.

Fortunately, my host family has been “indulging” in chocolate lately. This means that I can do the same, guilt free!

Unfortunately “indulging” means half a Milka bar divided between 4 people. This is almost like a tease. Chocolate fiend that I am, I have a hard time sharing it…let alone having 2 squares and then putting the rest back in the fridge. I want it all. And the chocolate around here is just so good. How do they do it?!

Last week our friends from Vienna came to visit. They brought us each a chocolate bar with layers of pistachios and all kinds of other crazy delicious Austrian chocolate goodness.

It’s been sitting on my dresser and I’ve been eying and resisting it ever since.

Not because I want to deprive myself of delicious things, but I came to France with 4 pairs of jeans. Two of them are so worn now that they have a giant hole on the inner thigh. One of the remaining 2 functional pairs, I bought in November when I was running regularly. Now that I’ve become a lazy American chocolate-devouring sloth, they’re awfully snug. Really I can only wear them if I’m standing up the entire time. No sitting, no eating, no bending. So since I also have no money to buy new jeans, it’s diet time (Or “Il faut maigrir!” as my host mom is always saying to herself).

This is what I've become...I hope you will all
recognize/accept me when I come home. The only
difference is I can't lollygag or lay around in the roads 
here or I will most certainly die.

I reached my breaking point today. I told myself “I’ve been practicing this not devouring an entire bar of chocolate in one sitting thing. I can break off a square and put the rest away.”

Ten minutes later, I had no chocolate. Looks like the jeans will have to sit on the shelf a little bit longer.
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I'm going to be in Paris for the weekend. I leave tomorrow morning, so I'll write all about it on Monday!