Despite the very best efforts of Tesco.com and Abel&Cole, I found myself in my local supermarket again today, and unable to resist a bar of marzipan coated in plain chocolate. It was, as the song goes, "truly scrumptious" and I sat in the car and ate the whole thing. Towards the end, I felt guilty, then reminded myself that there was really no need to do that: guilt is negative, as is gluttony(!) and can never improve a situation.
I decided to admit, to myself, that I had lapsed, temporarily, of course, but to shine light on it.

Apparently, an urge to eat chocolate can mean an iron deficiency, which would cause me no great surprise. Also, very strong chocolate, even in small quantities, can be a mood enhancer. I sat in the car and wondered why I had been unable to resist its rich deliciousness. As a rule, I am quick to notice a dip in mood, and just "flick a switch," mentally, to make myself feel better. Had I been at home I would have attuned to the universe and received whatever love I needed to lift me up.

Ultimately, all that I, or anyone is seeking is Love; even those that appear to be seeking money will use it to make themselves seem more loved.

So, was my chocolate a love substitute?

In the short term, Yes, I think it was....

Oh well.

It tasted good as well!