I never thought it would come to this

My greatest love affair is about to end.

And all because of a damn fundraising drive for my kids’ day-care centre.

DAMN YOU CHOCOLATE!

So instead I am forced, FORCED, I tell you, to eat all the damn things myself. The Maltesers were first to go, then the M&Ms, and now I’m almost done with the celebration-size Mars Bars. Which makes me feel so much better, knowing that I can successfully ingest a kilo of chocolate 25g at a time, thereby cancelling out the calories.

And now of course, the unthinkable has happened…I’m over chocolate. It’s finished. I’m done.

Just last night, I sat it down.

‘Listen. We need to talk. It’s not you, it’s me. I’ve just…I’ve changed. I just don’t think this is working anymore. I need space.’

‘And to be honest you make me kinda sick.’

I think it took it rather well. Sure, we had a last-minute break-up rendezvous, just for old-time’s sake, but never again. How could I go back?

The choice is clear – give it up now or else be found years from now spread-eagled, obese and with chocolate marks around my cherry lips. And no, that’s not a look that’s huge in Milan.

“Here lies Jenny. She lived, she laughed, she ate. Piggy wiggedy wig wig.”

It’s so over.