obsession

Letter to Nutella

Dear Nutella,

You are like a bad boyfriend. You lure me with the sweet sugar and hazelnut combo, only to make me feel like a horrible person after I finish the jar within a couple of hours. Everyone keeps telling me you are bad for me, but I don’t care most of the time. I need you.

You are like a drug. Probably worse. Because when I eat Nutella, there is no self-control. You turn me into a spoon-licking monster who always wants more.

I first indulged myself during my study abroad in France and I probably gained 10 pounds from gobbling down slices of bread drowning in Nutella each morning. And afternoon. And right before bed.

For Americans it is hard to understand the Nutella obsession. Because you, Nutella, are either loved or hated. David can’t stand you. But I will pay whatever price to get a jar. Like crack-addicts I will sell my TV if I have to just to get a taste.

But lately, I’ve been having to avoid you. It just doesn’t work, Nutella. You swoop me off my feet with your sweet flavors and trick me into eating so much I end up hating myself. I will probably never have a bikini body, and mostly, it is because of you, dear Nutella. Like a bad boyfriend, you make me feel bad about myself… so it’s best I stay away. I have to (even though I don’t want to). It is for the best.

Love,

Leah

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It is ok if:

  • You don’t have the latest car model
  • Your house/condo isn’t decorated with fancy furniture
  • You don’t get your nails done every week
  • Your kids don’t wear branded clothing
  • Your kids wear hand-me-down clothing
  • Your co-workers see you wear the same shirt twice a month
  • Your hair grows out and your natural color shows
  • You don’t buy a round for your friends at a bar
  • Your friends are buying a house and you are still renting
  • You don’t have the latest phone
  • You don’t have twenty pairs of shoes
  • Etc.

Seriously, it’s OK! So stop buying what you can’t have/don’t need with money you don’t have.

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