3 Days
by Tommy
Right now, there’s almost a sense of… ‘how’d I manage that?’. Seriously, an entire year without chocolate. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 525,600 minutes.
Was it easy? Yes and no. When undertaking this, how easy you find it is directly proportional to how much chocolate you eat. I ate relatively little – we never stocked that much of it at home so my intake was mainly at parties and the like. That made it easier than if chocolate was always kept in the house and I dipped into that cupboard regularly.
The hardest part was when you were with people and they offer you some. As I’ve mentioned before, people can’t seem to get their head around that you’re not doing this for a specific reason. Explaining “well I was just wondering if I could go without it for a year” doesn’t seem to satisfy them, insatiable things…
Even when Mom’d make nice desserts I wouldn’t feel too great a pang, unless I really liked what she was making, such as toffee shortbread.
Up until about July, I always maintained that I wouldn’t be hovering over a chocolate bar on 1/1/10 at 00:01AM but now I think I just might. My parents getting me chocolate for Christmas may have influenced this decision.
What about next year? I jokingly suggested staying off it for another year; a notion greeted without enthusiasm in most corners. I don’t drink, so I can’t give that up, nor smoke.
Oh the conundrums I have to deal with…