I’ve never felt the need to embark on a strict diet as such, but I am aware that, on a bad day or when feeling particularly stressed, I can consume enough naughty sugary treats to constitute self-harm. The blame for this indulgence is usually shifted to my hormones, my stress levels, the need to ‘keep my blood sugar regulated’ or simply the feeble excuse that I am female and therefore genetically encoded to seek out the cocoa bean. But never on the honest fact that I have minimal willpower. And with Valentine’s Day just round the corner, my self-control status has been updated to ‘critical’, not because I will be inundated with boxes of chocolates from admirers but because, as a sad singleton, I will no doubt spend the evening of the 14th Feb drowning my sorrows with my other sad singleton friends, accompanied by a large glass of red wine and the largest, extravagant box of choccies that we can source from the nearest supermarket *insert soft focus, slow-mo shots and melancholy soundtrack here*
But I think that I have discovered the solution to my chocolate addiction (hurrah!) and consequently, as a woman, I am obliged by the unwritten laws of lady-dom to share this wonderful breakthrough with my fellow chocolate bingers and all women trying to shed a few pounds. The secret is this: I’m making the grave mistake of misinterpreting a simple craving for the taste of chocolate for the need to consume an entire bar of chocolate. It’s not genuine hunger that I am experiencing, but an addiction to the taste of chocolate. Eureka!
I was mulling this theory over last week when the confectionary cavalry arrived to confirm my suspicions in the form of Tiddly Pots from Hotel Chocolat. Tiddly Pots are small but generously filled pots of chocolate buttons, available in three varieties; milk chocolate, white chocolate and caramel. The little buttons are creamy, tasty and rich enough to promptly quench the chocolate cravings and I find that after only a few of the treats I can pop the lid back on the pot and put it back into the cupboard for later. My oestrogen levels have never been so easily satisfied and no wrestling with stubborn willpower is required! My hero! And whenever the evil chocolate cravings creep up on me late at night, rather than breaking into a huge bar of choc I just pop a button on my tongue and my guilt levels immediately plummet. Even the little tub (and the name ‘Tiddly’, awwww) is so cute that it’s hard to resist buying one when passing the shop.
Ok, so Tiddly pot buttons are still choccy and therefore very naughty when trying to diet, but they are the perfect way to cut down and I’m a firm believer that total abstinence breeds obsession. And if switching from whole bars to a few buttons of HC choccy helps me to fit into my new dress just that little bit easier then I will be enormously grateful…and maybe celebrate with one of their speciality chocolate slabs.
(What?! A gal can’t be guilt-free forever…)