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Today I ate a box of chocolates 161g worth. Thorntons. I was weak, and tired. I don't regret it yet.

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Thornton’s...:tounge_smile:

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161g...pfffft!

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Is it the cost you're going to regret? My first thought was the calories but, if I calculate correctly, that's only 1/3 of a pound, not even a snack.

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Could well be the cost. Or the stress. I ordered some last week, and so far today I have had 3 phone calls and an email from UPS. If CBSA snaffle this lot, like they did the last time I tried to order some then I am taking FL hostage till they hand them over. :nod:

If they ever arrive I will be eating considerably more than 161g guilt-free. (If I can stop coughing long enough that is :()

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I draw your attention to this section of the Customs Act
Examination of goods

99 (1) An officer may
(a) at any time up to the time of release, examine any goods that have been imported and open or cause to be opened any package or container of imported goods and take samples of imported goods in reasonable amounts;

Samples

(4) Samples taken pursuant to subsection (1) shall be disposed of in such manner as the Minister may direct.

So scoffing a box of chocolates or bags of crisps or other confectionary items is completely legal under the Act.;)

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Winter. Canada. Same problem here. It stops in May.

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I dislike chocolate or sweets in general.

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Have to go with Shard on this one :p

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:rofl: Neat perk FL :thumbsup:

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I thought this was a general confessional thread but looks like we are just here to hear yours today, bat? Never mind, there are much worse confessions, believe me :p

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bats - your thread led me to go and get two packs of Smarties left over from Hollywood and gobble it down - ick.

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Once when I was drunk I ate a whole Terry's chocolate orange, and though it was over 20 years ago I'm still a little gun-shy.

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The queasiness afterwards was a regret as well as calories and cost. I'd bought this box to eat at Christmas but they called to me and I was weak. I'd pretty much given up chocolate as the thought of the pleasure of eating chocolate doesn't match up to reality. Cheese never disappoints in that way, I should have stuck with cheese.

I thought it might encourage others to come forward with tales of bodies in the attic, skeletons in cupboards, drunken doings. And so on.

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I’m glad someone else hears the chocolate voice speaking to them...I thought it was just me. :o

Even if I hide them away...I can hear ‘Jerseygirl eat me, eat me...you know you want to’. It doesn’t matter what type of chocolate it is (apart from Hershey) it won’t stop until there is none left. Same applies to biscuits and cake. :(

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Yes, there's the difference. 161g normally little problem. But chocs with different centres...that's where the queasiness comes in. Like mixing your booze. :nod:

Can't think of much recent times. Does three jam donuts over 6 or 7 hours count?

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1 jam donut over 3 months counts.

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I'll bite :)

A couple of innocent ones...

When I was about 14 I belonged to a youth club where as well as the normal YC things, they had various outings during the week and live bands on Saturday nights. My Dad was quite strict and I was allowed to go out twice a week only (and home by 9.00).

All my friends were going on one of the organised trips and I wanted to go as well. My Dad said "No". On said day, I told him I was going to my friends house on the corner, stopping for tea and would be home about 8pm. Meanwhile, I snuck a skirt and some make up into a bag, went to her house and got changed and we both ran to the YC to get on the mini bus and go on the trip.

We had a lovely afternoon and evening but the traffic was heavy and we were late getting back. My friend went into her house and I was standing behind a bush in her front garden, hurriedly removing the make up and changing out of my skirt and back into my jeans (one leg in, hopping to get the other one in) when my Dad walked around the corner, looking for me.

Woops. :lol:

A similar thing happened when he told me I couldn't go to the YC one Saturday to see a band play a few months later.. I went to my friends house on the corner, put make up on, got changed and went anyway (I was a rebel, lol). Halfway through the evening my Dad walked onto the dance floor........ and marched me out. :o

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Some time in the 80s (I think) I woke in the middle of the night to a rustling sound. I put the light on and there, on the floor, was a little furry thing. Not a mouse. Probably a hamster.

I tried to capture it but it ran out the door and into the bathroom. Further attempts didn't work and I couldn't face having it running around while I was trying to sleep and maybe the same thing happening repeatedly.

I whacked it. With the lavatory brush. At least it was quick with the stiff bristles.

In those old houses it may have been someone's pet getting under floorboards and up through mine. :(

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Nothing wrong with comfort food if your weak and tired.....however continued indulgence will obviously have its down sides... since being laid off I have had quite the splurge on comfort eating, cheese is my achillies heel. :ohmy:

Generally I havent beem eating unhealthily though....just too much food, its a vicious circle as it lifts my spirits, then you think why did I eat that much!

I am now the heaviest I have ever been in my entire life. :thumbdown::(

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Not ideal. Would a regular exercise routine and 'clean eating' be a possibility? That can lift spirits too.

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Me too. 10 years ago I was a size 2.

It's not comfort eating for me, more sitting on my arse for 12+ hours a day at a computer and having to eat at weird times of the day. It's amazing how hungry you can get at 2am, when you've been working for 7 hours! (Cheese is my downfall too).

:)

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You need a HID to impose a strict Stalinist 5 year plan. She's termed it The Great Burn. :(

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I try to do the gym three times a week, so it would be a lot worse if I didnt do that!

I dont eat unhealthily, junk food is something I only indulge in occasionly. I like cooking and get really into it and it takes my mind off stuff, but there are always left overs so my portion sizes are big and then there are seconds as it just too good. Its not what I eat, its the quantity.

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Yes some of it is down to boredom too.... and cheese is just too good! I am a real cheeseaholic! :ohmy:

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Yeah that would probaly work....Ive seen it put into action on unwilling victims.... they were thankful in the end though.

I drink considerably less too when there is a female on the scene!

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Need to get one of them digital food scales.

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Really? They have the opposite effect on me. :lol:

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Likewise, I eat mostly very healthily, go to the gym 2-3 times a week... it's booze that's the killer for me.

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Boozing is now restricted to HID's far too infrequent overseas trips, or if I can sneak the odd bottle of red down to the steam room of an evening.

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Maybe thats only after marriage! :rofl:

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I'm not married but there are some worrying signs. I found a couple of books by Enver Hoxha on HID's kindle. :eek:

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You need to organise a few more trips yourself. I'm working on a very civilised 10/4 day rotation in Europe. None of this puritanical North American attitude to booze, hell I can even stick a few bottles of wine in my expenses.

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HID often receives bottles of wine from some sycophantic apparatchik but she gives them to her mum. :(

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Im sorry to hear that..... mind you, it may just be a passing phase that she will get over. :unsure:

And if the worst does happen....I have seen some walk off into the sunset, so it doesnt alway spell disaster! ;)

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Is her name Lilith?

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I'll hold out as long as I can, I don't think she can break me, I stand in solidarity with the likes of Anatoly Marchenko. But her brutal political rehabilitation programme she euphemistically suggests is "just eating a bit more healthily" is becoming quite extreme. She even PVR'd something from the Dr. Oz show this week. :eek:

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No nothing like that. Her biggest threat and I dare say deception, is that she's very attractive, pleasant, gregarious and supportive. I'm not fooled by any of it. :thumbdown:

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That's like my wife. She is lovely, pretty, far cleverer than me, a marathon runner and gym bunny. I love her to bits but I find life is rather easier for me when I'm on a different continent.

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Some of the commie hippies I knew in the 70's touted his lip service to feminism as progressive, but he effectively kept Albania in the 19th century for his entire tenure. I'd lay down the law if I were you, and crazy is my type!