I know a lot of people tend to go for things they over indulge in, chocolate for example.
Some of my friends have even told me they eat chocolate every single day...sometimes for breakfast even, and the interesting thing about Lent is how the supermarkets deal with it. I couldn't help but notice a drop in the price on Giant Chocolate Buttons yesterday, and made a mental note to buy a few barrels of the stuff before the offer ends. You see, while some people would eat the bag after buying it; I can bide my time.
You see, I'm not like that. I don't need it every day. Instead, I have a kind of binge mentality, like with alcohol, where you don't drink on the weeknights so save up your units for Friday night and end up puking all over your shoes. Except it won't be alcohol. It'll be something stupid, like coffee for example.
Don't get me wrong, I love coffee. Lo-o-o-ove coffee. The problem is, I hate the thought of being addicted to something, so I'll go a few months without touching the stuff, then one day I'll get really tired and decide that since I'm not addicted to coffee I'll have a cup.
Then I can't stop.
Those initial few minutes before it gets into my system, I panic that I've somehow built up an immunity (from months of non coffee drinking?) and hastily drink vats of the stuff.
Que the heart palpitations and impending sense of immediate doom. Then I'm cold turkey for a few months, and the cycle repeats.
The same goes for everything else really. Dominos, pie, cake. I'll just take a different day of the week to refuel on days I've missed out on these things and splurge them all in one go. Hey, I haven't had nachos in aggges, what do I fancy tonight... Nachos! Let's eat eleven trays of nachos! So deciding what the one thing was that I was going to commit to required a bit of thought.
Instead I vowed to abstain from all forms of digestible delights, and to eat only fruit and vegetables for a month. After enduring my rant about how I was just going to give up on life itself, my boyfriend rolled his eyes at me and turned on the TV. My Argumentative-Girlfriend-Antenna was engaged, and I had to pursue.
"What's so funny?"
"You."
I raised my eyebrow. "I suppose you have a better suggestion?"
"How about no lie-in's after twelve?"
This took me somewhat by surprise.
"I don't lie in until after twelve..." I grumbled in response, and wrapped myself up mummy-style in the duvet. It was somewhere around ten pm, so for that moment I was totally justified.
"Yes you do!" He laughed, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I don't. And for that stupid responce, I'm going to stick with my original plan to give up everything apart from fruit and veg." I retorted, and did an awkward mummified flip to the opposite side of the bed.
"But that's ridiculous--"
"Goodnight!"
When the alarm went off this morning at seven, I genuinely thought I was having a heart attack. The sound of the noise, so early in the morning...it was just crippling. Despite this, I heaved myself out of bed, put the tv on at full blast, opened the curtains and put on every light source within my grasp. I had to get up.
I'll admit, It was a surprise for anyone who saw me. Upon entering the living room, my boyfriend's mother gasped and remarked upon my pre-noon emergance. It was a surprise to myself. I had to visibly stop myself from greeting people with "I am awake! Look at me go!" and instead I lumped myself into my boyfriend's car to catch a lift with him into Uni.
"What are your plans for today?" he asked. I was trying to apply my makeup, while resting each eye intermittently on the drive. I hear dolphins have mastered it.
"Oh, I, er... well. I'm going to do uni work! I'm going to write things... my radio drama, my screen play. I might enter a few competitions, maybe contact some publishers... perhaps I might even start writing a book..."
"Uh huh," he nodded, pulling over to let me out. "Good luck, I'll see you later!" he smiled, and whizzed off into the morning blur.
The problem I suppose, is my own damn stubborn-ness. Suppose he'd waved me off with a "Ha! I'd like to see that!" or "Yeah, yeah, that'll be the day!" I'd probably be sitting here feverishly compiling scripts, constructing scenes and plotting my literary domination.
Instead, his unwavering support has left me tired eyed watching Youtube video's about caffeine addiction, and I'm so stubborn, I can't quite shake the idea of sticking to only fruit and veg, so there's absolutely nothing I can eat in the library vending machines...
I guess tomorrow's another day.
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