Dr. Oz, I love you. Dr. Oz, I hate you. Dr. Oz – I am now eating dark chocolate and loving my new lease on a chocolate life you’ve given me – this after 40-some odd (even?) years of believing chocolate was bad, bad, bad.
So why do I allegedly hate you? I hate you because I am devouring great gobs of the stuff with a license to steal attitude. I delight in buying my 72% cocoa bars and carefully dividing them into smaller squares which I then gorge on right before bed. I hate you because I got my license to steak from your television show. I hate you because I want more, more, more!!