“You up to much this weekend, Rach?”
THIS. This is what I am up to this weekend.
Isn’t it a wonderful sight? I was like a kid in a sweet shop yesterday. Literally. “Mummy can you now have chocolate?” my son excitedly asked as ALL OF THE CHOCOLATE found its way into my trolley in quick succession. “I can, my sweet” I exclaimed as I practically skipped down aisle 25 (a guess, I was paying too much attention to the shelves as opposed to the aisle number).
Christ knows what the checkout lady thought whilst she was scanning the sheer abundance of chocolate, normally I’d lie and say it’s for someone I’m visiting in hospital who harbours a sweet tooth, but had she commented on my trolley full of chocolate I’d have proudly told her the truth.
The truth being I MANAGED TO GO A FULL MONTH WITHOUT EVEN A HINT OF CHOCOLATE.
I thought this day would never come. Never has a month gone so slowly. I’ve imagined it. I’ve dreamt about it. I’ve talked about it. I’ve planned it. And now it’s finally here it feels a bit, well, weird.
It’s 7am and my son has just had his breakfast. A chocolate based cereal for a Saturday treat. Prior to Dechox, I’d have had a sneakily spoonful myself (or 3). However, today I didn’t even consider snaffling some for myself. It’s amazing what a period of abstention can do to a habit.
Many of you may think I’ve made a huge fuss about nothing. Going a month without the sweet stuff ain’t really a feat at all. So many people achieve much bigger and better things all the time. And I’d be inclined to agree with you regarding the latter point. However, I had an addiction. A real, overwhelming addiction. My eating habits were unhealthy to say the least. Disgusting in fact.
My dear Mother turned to me yesterday, whilst I enthusiastically showed her my chocolate haul. “You won’t go back to your old ways though will you?” she reasoned.
Always a doomsdayer that one. Always the fly in the ointment.
But she’s right. While this Dechox has been hard work, a real test of my willpower and a mood depressor at times, it’s also been, dare I say it through fear of being melodramatic; a life affirmer.
It’s taught me that if you put your mind to something you can achieve what you want to do. It’s taught me that I can do healthy when I want and I actually quite like having a fitness regime; one that I’m going to continue post-Dechox.
Many other Dechoxers have asked for sponsorship money whilst they take the challenge on. However, I hate asking people for money, aside from going cap in hand to my Dad on the odd occasion over the last 15 years. Instead of sponsorship, I pledged to donate £1 per day to the British Heart Foundation (the charity behind the Dechox) for every day I abstained from chocolate. Thirty one English pounds will be winging its way to the BHF today.
I’ve also decided to make this “monthly challenge” a regular thing. Giving up smoking successfully and abstaining from chocolate have shown I do have something that resembles willpower and I’ve “enjoyed” putting my inner strength to the test. It’s left me feeling more confident and opened my mind a little more.
The next challenge I’m going to take on, is something rather different.
I’ve been inspired by Kate Garraway, she of Breakfast TV fame and the owner of a glorious head of hair (just how does she get it so shiny, thick and bouncy?)
Recently Kate has talked quite publicly about a challenge her and her husband decided to get involved in together.
The 14 Day Sex Challenge.
Yep, you read that right. Mr & Mrs Garraway (not his surname, but I can’t be arsed to Google) have taken the perhaps unusual step to inject a little passion and romance back into their 12 year marriage. Every day for 14 days they did the deed without fail.
Of course, when I suggested this to he indoors last week, his eyes widened and his interest was piqued somewhat.
Work, responsibilities, tiredness, parenting and everything else in-between means my libido (HATE THAT WORD) isn’t what it was some years ago shall I say.
I’ll make excuses. There’s always something else that needs to be done, so to speak.
Kate said the sex challenge helped bring her and her husband closer together, perhaps it reignited a spark. And I’m keen to see if it could make positive changes to my relationship.
Keep Wes in your thoughts people.
Will I write about it? I (don’t) hear you cry.
Well, some things have to be off limits don’t they? Even for an over sharer like myself. And being honest, do you guys really want to hear about what goes on behind closed doors when me and he bump uglies? Perish the thought.
I will, however, perhaps write about the end result (no pun intended). How it may have enhanced our relationship and maybe the inevitable funny moments that occurred throughout the fortnightly fornication. It’ll probably be a ‘you had to be there’ tale, or maybe not. No one needs to see that.