I knew it was going to happen as soon as I opened up the third bar of Purim chocolate to snarfle down, but what's a gal to do? Purim hits, and all my green smoothies, spelt bread and chia cookies kind of disappear.
That's not to say I don't still have some culinary standards, healthwise: on no account will I eat the tempting packets of Bizzli, or anything else with MSG in them (I tried it one year, and got a SERIOUS MSG hangover. This should be no surprise, as MSG strips the myelin sheaths from the brain and can actually give you brain damage over time.)
Try telling that to my kids, of course.
"Brain damage shmayn damage. They taste yummy!"
Hmm. Now that I write that, I'm pretty sure I've had the same conversation with my husband, but I could be hallucinating as a result of all the chocolate I've eaten over the last few days.
The point is, when chocolate is lying around, in baskets-full, all over your house, and you have to get rid of it SOMEHOW before Pesach, then even though you know it's going to give you huge, planet-sized spots, you still end up eating it.