June 22, 2011 by Judith Liebaert
The Drs. aired a Special episode today with an all male audience to ask everything they always wanted to know but don’t understand about women. One man wanted to know what it is with women and chocolate. He thought that sometimes women would prefer chocolate to sex. At least he thinks his woman would, so they all must be that way, right?
His ego-arrogance aside (maybe she only prefers chocolate to sex with him), it got me thinking. What is this hold chocolate has over so many women and why does it seem to be a female- mostly addiction.
I’m not buying all that malarkey about estrogen and hormonal imbalance driving a women like a wild stallion out of control, the poor female doing her best just to keep hold of the reins.
For instance, estrogen is supposed to be the “feel good” hormone. There’s just one flaw in the ointment – PMS. For those who suffer it, PMS symptoms are worse when estrogen is at it’s highest. Then, they seem to be far more relaxed and calm when estrogen drops to its lowest monthly level right after ovulation.
The flaw is in the narrow parameters of the studies. They forget to factor in that estrogen also boosts brain function. It’s the reason why we become forgetful in menopause when estrogen starts drying up along with everything else.
Though men refuse to admit it, study after study indicates that women are more prone than men to compromise and “let things go” for the sake of harmony in a relationship. Perhaps when estrogen peaks and takes brain function and reasoning along with it, women simply can’t dumb themselves down enough to keep from throwing their perfectly valid two cents (uh, sense) into the pot.
So what about the chocolate? I have a theory on that too. Did you doubt that I would?
When a man is courting a woman, trying to impress her, win her over with his charm and gallantry, he talks to her in sweet tones, smiles a lot, gives her gifts (little and big) compliments her regularly and generally feeds her on a feel good diet. Powerful drug that feel good stuff is.
But it doesn’t last. I point again to science. Prehistoric men were hardwired to be hunters and warriors. Fast forward and it’s still lurking in their DNA; they hunt for jobs, they compete with other employees for promotions and raises, they watch their sports teams battle it out on the field, maybe they hunt wild game . . . and they hunt and compete for a mate. The very challenge of finding her and winning out over all the other men gets their blood up.
Once the woman is won, their brain starts dragging them off to find new conquests on the modern day hunting grounds and battlefields of jobs and sports and backyard barbeques. The sweet tones become flat, the smiles are fleeting, and the compliments have to be dragged from the dark, cobwebby recesses of the brain cave.
“Honey, how do I look in these jeans?”
Can you believe that, handed the opening on a silver platter, some guys still don’t get it?
The Drs. said today that chocolate contains certain chemicals that mimic the feel good substances, like serotonin, in our brains. Just so you know, so do fat and sugar. So, after being slyly seduced and helplessly addicted to the feel good diet of our courtship, we crave the high that those sweet words of love and adoration gave us.
But the supply line has dried up, so we stuff chocolate in our mouths like a heroine addict sucks down methadone. We prefer the dark chocolate (something else men don’t understand) because it has the greatest percentage of cacao – a better high. But like any addict, we’ll take what we can get. Admit it, you’ve stood with the fridge door open slurping from the can of Hershey’s Syrup.
Supposedly, long distance running produces the same feel good chemicals – the runners’ high. Remember that movie with Julia Roberts, The Runaway Bride? Maybe she had this figured out.
As for me, I think I have the solution to my addiction and for shedding the weight that is, literally, rolling around my midsection. I just need somebody to dangle a chocolate bar off the back of their truck and get me to chase it for a couple of miles every day.
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