I imagine that I'm on very few people that are currently harbouring a gigantic craving for chocolate. You would think that I'd have had enough choccie over the most chocolate filled weekend on the calendar - but you would be wrong.
That's right people, it's now 8 weeks since I started the Twelve Week Challenge, and therefore 8 weeks without chocolate.
I know this thought may shock the majority of you; I've actually shocked myself. If it weren't for the numerous vivid dreams about chocolate, I think I might have died of deprivation. These dreams are some of the most vivid and exciting dreams I've ever had. I will now recall one of them for you...
I am made of chocolate. I live in Brisbane and am bound to a chair in an air conditioned room, tied up with marshmallow string. The air con is set to 4 degrees in order to preserve my chocolatiness. I have the ability to regenerate my own limbs if I accidentally chew on one of them. I am happy.
There's a loud bang, a hole appears in the wall opposite me, and thousands of tiny little men wearing camouflage gear invade my room. After chewing through the marshmallow string, they carry me outside and put me on the back of a truck and take me off to their camp where I'm devoured by hundreds of wild albino dogs - where the more they eat of me, the browner they get. I wake up just as they're about to eat my chocolate eyeballs.
And I think we can safely assume that I've lost my mind.
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