Sweets. The single, most difficult thing I could think of giving up for the 40 days of lent-- seriously? How is it possible that I could have cared less about dessert 2 years ago and now it's all I think about while I'm eating my meal? I couldn't really tell ya. It just happened.
It got to the point where breakfast was the only meal that wasn't followed by a special treat, so I forced myself to like that disgusting charcoal bark that people call "dark chocolate." After a while, it wasn't so bad. It curbed my cravings and it's supposedly really good for me. Win win.
But if I had my druthers, I still like the real stuff. So, when I realized on Tuesday morning that I only had 14 hours left to cram as many sugary confections into my body as humanly possible, I made a run for it.
I went to the store and got a Cadbury Caramello bar, Ben & Jerry's cookie dough, Edy's cookies n cream, and a caramel brulee latte from Starby's-- which probably has more fat and calories than all 3 of the others combined.
What I didn't care to think through was the pain this was going to cause me when I would have to stare at it every time I opened the freezer for the next... however long it would take until Matt finally polished it all off (this could be weeks, maybe months).
Matt is giving up bad language and negativity. Should be interesting.
Speaking of torture, what will you be giving up for lent, Niall? Temper Tantrums, you say? That's a fantastic idea!!
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