I quit chocolate last month.
That’s probably a nothing sentence for a lot of people. For most people.
Not for me.
I’d been thinking about quitting for a while. My habit had crept back up to a block a day. Any block – if it was the 350g mega-blocks that happened to be on sale that week, then yee-ha!, that’s the block I ate. Every day. Every. Single. Day.
|A block a day keeps the doctor… well paid?|
My mind was rarely on anything but chocolate. When was my last bit? How long do I have to wait until the next one? How much is left? Can we get more? How can I distract the kids so they don’t notice me eating chocolate AGAIN?
You probably think I’m exaggerating. But I’m not. That’s only five questions. It’s not an overestimate. It’s an underestimate.
|These Caramello Koalas didn’t even make it home unopened.
I’m surprised there were any left to photograph!
I’ve always eaten a lot of chocolate. I would have at least two Freddoes a day when I was at school. Then I went to university and lived on campus, where the kiosk sold blocks of chocolate for $1.80 each.
$1.80 EACH. I didn’t stand a chance. My block a day habit was born before I’d even turned 18.
I first quit chocolate when I was diagnosed with polycystic kidney disease at 20. It was an overreaction to something new and scary in my life – I also eliminated caffeine and alcohol, and as much salt as possible, to see how it would affect my blood pressure – but it was good for me.
But when it made next to no difference, chocolate came back. We had a teary reunion eight months after I’d kicked it out the door. It was sweet. (Boom tish. And groan.)
I quit chocolate again in 2011-2012. I was eating it out of habit rather than any taste or hunger reasons. I didn’t touch chocolate for six months, then decided I could reintroduce it and control my intake. Which I did, very well, at first. But we’d been trying for our second child, and finally succeeded. First came morning sickness, but then came the cravings. Oh, the cravings. I inhaled blocks of sweet, creamy, chocolatey goodness as the pregnancy cravings struck with force.
I may have blamed those pregnancy cravings for chocolate’s return, but my intake didn’t really decrease once bub arrived. First it was because I was tired. Then because it was normal again. It was simply what I did. Buy chocolate. Eat chocolate. Repeat.
|This was my stash for the ProBlogger conference.
The event lasted two days. The chocolate did not last.
I quit again last month. On 7 October, in fact. Not one bit of chocolate since then. I’m hoping to make it a year this time. (Although I’m already considering giving myself a leave pass for Christmas Day…).
I still think about chocolate all the time. Not as often though, and as the days progress it’s becoming easier.
I know I’m making this sound like an epic battle. David and Goliath. Emily and Cadbury. Cue eye rolls, gagging sounds and whatevs, yo. I mean, come on, it’s just chocolate!
But it really is. I may be lucky that my battle is with something so tame, but it’s still a battle.
Five weeks. Today is the five week mark. 47 to go.
I THINK I CAN, I THINK I CAN…
What is your vice? Could you go without it for a year?
And do you think a Christmas Day leave pass is acceptable?!