Brent and I made a pact to swear off sweats, especially chocolate (my downfall), for 6 weeks, starting the Monday after Labor Day weekend. I had read somewhere that it takes 6 weeks to reinforce a new habit. That if you can do something for 6 weeks, after that it gets easier. I had delusions of grandeur. I hoped that after 6 weeks, my nightly cravings for dark chocolate would dissipate, and my eating would be much healthier.
It didn't go so well. The first week was easy. Of course, I can go 10 days denying myself of anything. The following week, I was extremely naseous and sick all week. It was pretty easy to deny myself of all food groups, including chocolate. The 3rd week, things started to fall apart. Every night, I would practically have a fit after dinner, trying not to succumb to deep cravings. They say if you occupy yourself with another activity for 20 minutes, your craving is supposed to go away. LIE! I tried drawing, writing, brushing my teeth, going for a walk, petting the bunnies, even sex. And still, I wanted chocolate. The whole time, I was insanely jealous because Brent was having a much easier go of it. Not fair! He never suffered the chocolate addiction that I did to begin with. It's not comparing apples to apples, if you ask me. It's like asking me to go on a chopped liver fast!
By the 4th week, I succumbed to my persistant and, by this time, all-consuming cravings. I was jittery, anxious, angry and bitter. Was it worth it? I didn't think so. On top of everything, I had lost 5 pounds. Who loses 5 pounds AFTER an Ironman? I had gone into my Ironman very lean to begin with and was now just too skinny. Sub-130 on my 5'8" frame just doesn't look good. I don't like the whole crack whore look.
Brent looked over and appalled asked, "What are you doing?"
All I could do was smile in return, my mouth too full of peanut butter and semi-sweet chocolate chips to answer anything but a muffled, "Rghrmmm."
I've decided denying yourself of any food is a bad idea. Now, I'm going to work on chocolate MODERATION.