I think everyone has coping mechanisms to help get from day to day. For me, it used to be chocolate. I’m not sure if I can put into words how much I loved chocolate. I could eat it in the morning (Dear Inventor of Nutella, I love you. Affectionately, Me.), in the afternoon, I could eat it in the evening, and underneath the moon. (skinnamarinky dinky dink, anyone? Anyone?) Truth be told, I ate it waaaay too often and ate waaaay too much of it. So, I broke up with chocolate in August. Our separation has been going well– with only a few moments of weakness where I considered reconciliation.…