Monday came and went this week with me feeling like crap. I keep saying it was lethargy, but I was feeling completely sick to my stomach too. I was supposed to meet up with Chelle, but ended up texting her after dropping the kids to school and saying that I needed to go back to bed.
When I got home I couldn’t sleep. My body clock has been a little screwed in the last week or so, and whereas I normally fall asleep at around 10pm, I’ve found that I’ve been up until 1am or 2am. So instead I sat at my pc playing Football Manager all day.
I was trying to think why I felt so bad, and the only thing I can think of is that I’d overdosed on eating rubbish at the weekend. In fact, I have such a sweet tooth that it’s not unusual for me to polish off a big bar of chocolate in one sitting. Whereas some people have a beer belly, I have a chocolate belly.
The long and the short of it is that I decided to give up chocolate. Certainly not for life (I think I’d kill someone before that happened), and probably not long term, but definitely a little while. It’s now been 3 days. The last piece of chocolate I had was Tuesday morning, and although I feel a lot less lethargic now, I don’t associate it with having no chocolate. In fact it’s more likely that I’ve upped my caffeine intake to balance out any chocolate high I was getting!
All told, I’m happy that I’ve gone three days. Yes, it sounds dramatic, but I really do view it as an addiction, and though it’s not like alcohol or drugs, it’s my own silly little thing and I want to see how long I can go without.
The previous record for me giving up chocolate was 3 weeks, and that was a few years ago when I tried to give up for Lent, and I felt so down and depressed after 3 weeks, I gave up giving up.
Wish me luck. And watch out for chocolate-deprived madmen from Chelmsford going mad on the news!