Unfortunately, my chocolate addiction started when I was 5. I stole a Chunky from our local A&P and my mom caught me in the bathroom, eating it in secret like a true addict. She marched me right back to the store and made me apologize to the manager. While I learned my lesson and never pilfered anything again, she failed to enroll me in the local chapter of Choc-o-Holics Anonymous. The end result is seen 45 years later. I cannot go to a Walgreens or a supermarket without purchasing a bag of Nestles Crunch. That being said, I'm comfortable with who I am.