A month ago, I decided to give up chocolate. While the timing coincided nicely with the start of Lent, I didn’t give it up for religious reasons. I gave it up for health reasons mainly, since I started to notice that my chocolate indulgence was quickly becoming a chocolate habit. In an effort to keep my waistline from expanding and my sweet tooth in check, I decided to give up chocolate “for now.” In truth, I have no idea when I’m going to break my chocolate ban, but I know that I don’t want to start eating it again until I feel like I’ve well and truly broken my chocolate habit.
I thought I’d be craving chocolate like mad, or constantly wish I had a chocolate treat I could snack on during the day or after a meal. It hasn’t really been like that so far, though. (I gave up chocolate once before when I was a teenager, and that’s how I remember feeling during the first few days of that particular experience.) Like a light switch, my desire for chocolate got turned off when I decided that I wasn’t going to allow myself any.