Pleasant Valley Sundae.
I have an
addiction that’s spiraling out of control. The time has come to address it. So
here goes: I’m hooked on Marks & Spencer’s Triple Chocolate Sundaes.
It’s a secret
shame that plagues every waking moment. It doesn’t help that I live 176 yards
from an M&S Garage. That’s no distance when you have an obsession. Their
fridge in is practically in view from my house. This doesn’t bode well for my
calorie intake.
There was a point when I was eating them every day. I now ration myself. I didn’t want to end up the subject of a Channel 5 documentary or buying clothing from Jacamo. I’ve got standards, after all.
It’s still a battle. Most dinnertimes I’ll hear the dessert start to call. I wonder if the staff have noticed how often I buy them. I'll hide it behind my other shopping, like I was buying porn. Not that I’d know.
It’s particularly bad when I don’t get anything else. One time, the guy behind the counter offered me a spoon, like he thought I'd eat it on the petrol station forecourt. Things aren't that bad yet.