Double Jeopardy

What is it about mother's and excess? Well, maybe not all mothers are like my mother. Why am I the lucky one. Ok, so a couple of weeks ago I spoke to my mother on the phone and at the time I was craving my favorite australian chocolate bar, Turkish Delight.  Of course, I made the mistake of asking my mother to send me a couple. I know what you are thinking. Have an apple or a banana, anything but not the chocolate...especially since the cravings will disappear by the time they arrive in the mail. The other thing is that my mother was pestering me about what I wanted for christmas. I always tell her to save her money but she still wants to send something. So I concluded that if I tell mum to send me some chocolate then she will feel good, I will feel good (when I am busy devouring them) and she will save her money for better things. Well, my brilliant idea backfired on me. She sent the chocolates alright, all 60 of them! What the hell am I going to do with 60 bars of chocolate? Yes, eat them of course. I did call mum to thank her and question why she felt the need to send me 60 bars of chocolate. Well, ask a stupid question and get a stupid answer. "You like them". Duh, of course I like them. Some days I absolutely love them BUT being that I really need to get in touch with the thin me trapped on the inside - I don't NEED 60 bars of chocolate to keep me further from my goals. Geez. Yes, I know she is a sweet lady but this is the same lady who is quick to point out that me or my siblings are gaining weight!