March 19, 2008

43 days and counting

I've done it!

There are a couple of days left, but essentially I've made it through six weeks of abstinence from chocolate, sweets, cakes, biscuits and desserts. Anyone who knows me will know that this is no mean feat.

But it's true. The nearest I've come is eating a scone with cream and jam - I knew the cream was going too far - and I admit to enjoying my chewable vitamin C tablets a little too much. I have a cold at the moment, and last night at the off-licence, I hesitated before the throat lozenges. They're almost like lollies... but there! on the side of the packet - "medicated lozenges". Saved.

That's as near as I've come, and not for lack of temptation either. My workplace is a den of chocolatey badness, yet I've come through. My flatmate had the most decadent birthday cake you can imagine, thanks to her lovely boyfriend, but I resisted - even though I had to leave the room while it was being eaten. My sister and niece made brownies on the weekend, yet little Stella has learned that "Jessie doesn't eat puddings". That's right, I don't, but only until Sunday! I think the proper day for indulgence is Easter Monday, to coincide with the Church's celebration, but it may occur earlier for me. As long as my cold retreats sufficient for me to taste. Tomorrow I am catching a train from King's Cross north to Mallaig, to meet a group of friends with whom I will travel to the Isle of Skye, and I am prepared with a bag of twelve creme eggs, six smarties eggs, and four bags of mini chocolate eggs. We plan to get amongst the countryside and eat chocolate, not necessarily in that order.

Metaphorically my abstinence very early on became an exercise in the pursuit of virtue, the mending of my moral fabric, which I perceived to be somewhat frayed. Some time and space to reflect on this notion will doubtless be found over the Easter break and beyond. My Irish Dream has taken off for New Zealand today, and I'll not see him again for three weeks.

Not chocolate, but tomatoes - here's one of my favourite pictures from last month's trip to Turkey. This one's for you, Tricia!

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5 Comments:

Blogger Paul Capewell said...

Well done! I don't think I've ever done anything like that... (not on purpose anyway, haha...)

Also yay for Mallaig and Skye. I got to Mallaig but not Skye. Need to go one day.

Also I can't help but notice your European Jakob shenanigans! Jealous. But I will look into where Jakob're playing here and try my best to catch them.

We'll meet up soon and I'll bore you!

7:04 AM  
Blogger owens valley tomatohead said...

I salute your Lenten goodness.
Now, let the choccie massacre begin!
Skye, oh Skye. Lucky you. Rain or no.
Cheers for the Turkish tomato porn! My seedlings are only getting transplanted now.

3:25 PM  
Blogger Jessie said...

Paul, yes let's, that would be cool. I don't think Jakob are coming to the UK, they are touring in support of Isis.

Tricia - and how!

9:49 PM  
Anonymous jimmy Southgate said...

Tomatoes, and by the looks of things growing outside of all places! My word.

10:57 PM  
Blogger Jessie said...

They're in a greenhouse. I meant to take a picture of the greenhouses but I don't think I did.. here's one someone else took. Imagine acres and acres and acres covered by these and you get the idea.

10:16 AM  

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