Categorized | Features, Laurie's Scribbles

The Terrifying Day My Chocolate Ran Out: 5 Stages To Coping

Laurie, chocolate

Last week Laurie realized there was no chocolate in her house, and because of a blizzard raging outside, literally no way to get more.

By Laurie Stone

You think you know how you’ll react in a crisis. You think you’ll be calm and collected. But then it happens and you’re not. Last week I realized there was no chocolate in my house, and because of a blizzard raging outside, literally no way to get more. (Guys, you may chuckle, but women understand). It was then I realized the depth of my addiction.

Like many chocolate lovers, I eat a small piece (or several) everyday. It’s so routine that I take it for granted — like the sun shining or getting water from my kitchen tap. I simply reach for chocolate and it’s there.

Except for one day last week.

I’d been so busy that I’d forgotten to order my usual (I blush with embarrassment) case of 12 “Strong Dark Chocolove” bars from Amazon. It literally arrives in commercial packaging, like a store counter would display.

Now, having no chocolate is usually no problem. If I happen to run out of stock — a rare occasion — I drive to the nearest store and buy some.

But not when there’s a blizzard outside.

Yes, for the first time in years, I was in a house without chocolate. It was then I realized there are five stages to coping with this situation…

🍫 Disbelief

I admit it took a while to come to grips. I kept poking around my candy cabinet for anything cacao-related. I couldn’t believe I was truly out. There had to be something hidden — a petrified Ghirardelli square, a dusty fragment of a Dove bar, a fossilized Hershey Kiss.

But there was nothing. A panic started rising. I took deep breaths to calm down.

🍫 Denial

One of the toughest moments came after lunch when I usually have my first bite of Chocolove. Only this time there was nothing. Okay, I thought, I’ll just eat a few graham crackers. They’re sweet. I’ll get the same high as chocolate. Right?

Please. My taste buds weren’t fooled a second. There was no warm creaminess, no delicious cocoa teasing the taste buds. Like a bad date, there was no chemistry. I quickly learned eating anything-but-chocolate after a meal is like giving Yankees tickets to a Red Sox fan. It doesn’t work.

🍫 Bitchiness

I willed myself to calm down, feeling a snark coming on. That’s when I realized another component to chocolate love. Apparently chocolate has chemicals like theobromine and phenlethylamine that act on the dopamine levels of the brain. They help calm us. Maybe that’s why hormonal women, especially, make a crazed lunge for the Snickers and Hershey’s with almonds.

Wow, I thought, this explained my personality … a lot. Being naturally “high strung,” I need chocolate to level out, chill, and well, be human. How was I going to survive the next 24 hours? More important, how would my family?

🍫 Melancholy

That afternoon, I sat looking out the window, watching snow falling and feeling forlorn. I contemplated a world without chocolate. I thought of how a mad dictator could actually control people — especially women — by hoarding the country’s supply of cocoa beans.

I ate my dinner that night and yet another phase of this addiction hit me. How will my taste buds know when this meal has ended? Without that hit of 70 percent dark to act as a signal, will I keep noshing forever? Will I gain 50 pounds in one day?

🍫 Gratitude

The next morning I rose from bed and opened the curtains to a beautiful sunrise. The roads were still icy. Schools were closed. It would probably be another day without chocolate. I steeled myself for the next 24 hours.

Yet, as I moved through the morning, a strange feeling came over me. I realized I was thankful.

This world can be scary, dangerous and crazy-making, but I have a secret weapon.

I have this little substance that makes life sweeter, better, tastes good and even calms me. It costs little and is easy (most of the time) to procure.

I realized then how much chocolate does for me and vowed never to let this happen again.

That afternoon, I sat at my computer and ordered my usual box of 12 Super Dark Chocoloves. To make sure I never went through this crisis again, I was tempted to order two.

Ha ha. Just kidding.

Ahem.

Laurie Stone writes from the woods of Easton, Conn. Her blog, Musings, Rants &Scribbles,” shares thoughts on growing up, older and (hopefully) wiser. Follow her on FacebookTwitter, and Pinterest.

 

 

3 Responses to “The Terrifying Day My Chocolate Ran Out: 5 Stages To Coping”

  1. Diane says:

    It may seem like such a small thing, but it makes life sweeter.
    And easier.
    And I, too, am grateful!

  2. Alana says:

    Have you ever heard of the “Birthright” series by Gabrielle Zevin? It’s YA lit and the premise is a future New York City where chocolate is illegal. Can you imagine such a world? I guess now you can. Actually, I found the series enjoyable and believable. I have so much chocolate in my house I may never run out. Or get to my Weight Watchers goal weight. Bru-hahaha.

  3. Teri says:

    Such a good read. I laughed, I pondered and I thought about a process of when I don’t get what I want. Went all over the spectrum of interest. Cool post.

Trackbacks/Pingbacks


Leave a Reply

Join Now for the 50 Plus Newsletter