A few days ago, Spinning Marcy asked if I'd given up anything for Lent. I quickly replied, "I don't play that," but gave it more thought as the day passed and decided I should consider taking something away from myself for the sake of self discipline. She's giving up artificial sweeteners -- and I'm rooting for her. When I gave up diet soda a few years ago, it didn't take long for the addiction to back off and I can't tell you how happy I am to not to pump my body full of aspartame several times a day.
First off, I'm not going to consider giving up something like chocolate. That would just be absurd and bordering of self-abuse. I don't need chocolate, but it's one of those lovely somethings that should just be . A cultural phenomenon, you might say. When someone offers you chocolate, you just should accept it. Y'know...kinda like communion. It brings us together.
My achilles heel...peanut butter. Spoonfuls of peanut butter. Not sandwiches (I haven't made my bread since the beginning of this semester). Not cookies. Not in a lovely Thai stir fry. Those things I can enjoy in moderation. It's that jar of Whole Foods crunchy peanut butter in my refrigerator and the spoons that are in the drawer right next to it. That's my problem. That's my weakness. That's what would be just about the hardest thing for me to give up right now.
So I guess it's as simple as putting the p.b. away.
Or maybe the true culprits are the spoons.