Chocolate

Here we are at the Imperial Hotel in New Delhi. It is gorgeous. The lunch buffet has so many different assortments of foods—delicious! And amongst the desserts, white, dark and milk chocolates with sumptuous soft centers. The problem is I am fat. Yes, not just a tad overweight, but on the doctors scale I measure obese. And one of the things I decided on this journey was to stop eating sugar, meaning chocolates and desserts.

My problem is I don’t have a stop button. It it’s there I want it. I must have it now. So I asked my friend to help me. He is a companion on the journey with his wife. He is a medium and a healer. So when I asked him for help he patted his belly and said, “look at me—I can’t do it for myself.” But I said, “Please, I know you have an answer for me.” And He said, “Okay. Eat the chocolate and then spit it out and say, ‘yuck that tastes horrible, it’s nasty.’” So I’m going to try it .. NOT! But I can tell myself that chocolate tastes nasty.

Today my friend, whatever ails you tell yourself, “yuck—this is nasty.” I’m not suggesting you do this with a birthday cake or homemade brownies that a coworker brought to work—discretion is the better part of valor. Use your judgment, but whatever it is you are addicted to—get it into your head that it is poisoning your mind, body and spirit—yuck!!

About Val Gee

I believe we all want to love and be loved. If we are not in love or being loved, then what are we doing here? I choose to wake up every morning filled with love and so I make it my mantra, "My purpose in life is to be loving." Check out my books published by McGraw-Hill. www.amazon.com.
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