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I eyed the chocolate cake sitting on my counter. Swirls of rich dark frosting dripped down a moist devil's food cake. The kitchen still retained the aroma of a baked cake. I'd cleaned up and washed the frosting bowl. Now I was ready to dig in and reward myself.
I loved chocolate in any form–candy bars, kisses, hearts with marshmallow filling, M&Ms that I could pop into my mouth like...well, like candy. But I had a particularly intense passion for cake.
I cut a slice and took two bites–what could be better?–before I phoned one of my friends. "How are you?" I asked, dipping my finger into a sliver of icing.
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"Grouchy," she told me. "I gave up sugar for Lent."
"Hmm," I said. I'd forgotten it was Lent. My friend often gave up something, usually food. One year it was carbohydrates, even potatoes. She said that it was a form of fasting–giving up something you loved so you could concentrate on something you loved even more.
"It must be hard," I said. Giving up food of any kind didn't make sense to me. It would be like giving up air.
"The first few days are always the worst."
Besides, it might be fine for my friend, but none of the things I liked were such obsessions that they ever got in the way of prayer. There was definitely a dividing line in my life between the spiritual and the material. Or so I thought.
After I got off the phone I returned to my chocolate cake. I was about to take another humongous bite when I heard a voice inside my head say: "You should give up chocolate."
How could I do that? Chocolate got me through the day. I loved a handful of M&Ms at breakfast–they gave me a boost first thing in the morning. I kept a candy bar in my purse, something to tide me over till lunch. And in the afternoon with tea what could be better than a piece of chocolate cake?
I should have worn one of those T-shirts that said, "It's not dessert if it's not chocolate."
"You couldn't live without it," my husband, Milton, would often tell me. "You're addicted."
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"Nonsense," I told him. "I could give it up anytime I wanted to."
"Prove it," a voice said now. "Give it up for Lent."
"Okay," I said to myself. "I'll do it. Just to prove my point."
The first thing I did was clean out my hiding places. I couldn't believe how many there were.
The sock drawer in my bedroom bureau with all those Hershey's kisses. The candy dish behind the popcorn tin in the cupboard. Chocolate chips in the freezer. The jumbo sack of M&Ms stashed in the pantry. I dumped all of them into the trash. "Live my life without chocolate? Easy."
But then it started. The obsession. Chocolate. All I could think about was chocolate. Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate. I kept fantasizing about a big Hershey's bar with crunchy almonds in it. I'd roll down the foil and eat one letter at a time: H-E-R-S-H-E-Y-S.
Every time I walked through the pantry my hand went automatically for my stash of M&Ms...and came up empty. I couldn't believe how much I missed it.
"What's wrong?" Milton asked that first night.
"Nothing," I snarled.
My body craved chocolate. My nerves longed for the quick fix of just one bite. Without that rush I was like an addict going through withdrawal. I yawned at breakfast, got crabby after lunch and dozed off during the evening news.
Forty days! How was I ever going to last 40 days? I tried walking. Wouldn't a bit of fresh air do me some good (in the freezing cold)?