So, a few people at work decided to quit smoking for 21 days (Dec 1-21). I decided, in support of them, I would give up my 4 major food groups: cookies, ice cream, doughnuts, chocolate. Seeing as, for most people, quitting smoking is harder than anything, I said I would do it for the entire month.
Upon putting this out to the Twitterverse, certain bad seeds from this forum, such as JohnnieH, stated I wouldn't last 31 minutes, let alone days. This wonderful batch of love gave me an even more wonderful idea: gambol on my will power!
Thus, the first ever bet about me not eating cookies/doughnuts/chocolate/ice cream was created. Here's the deal:
IF I can last until 12:01am January 1, 2013 not eating the aforementioned tempting foods, people are tossing me $5. All money raised goes to a wonderful local charity called Transition To Betterness
Transition to Betterness . Alpha's grandmother, who is one of the funniest people I've ever met, does a lot of work with them. I figured I'd get more people in on it if it was for a legit charity instead of the Replace My Broken PS3 Fund.
My hope is to raise $100. It's not much, but if I can do it, it's a great present to the world's most awesome grandmother-in-law. If you're interested, transfers via Stars is probably easiest/cheapest for everyone.
So far I'm 24 days into it (I started a few days early) and have gotten through some seriously tough challenges without cracking, such as:
-Shopping in Michigan with Alpha on the 3rd day of this. We stop at Meijer's. She stands in the cookie aisle for nearly 10 minutes trying to find what she's looking for. Jerk.
- Driving to Colisanti's, where they make fresh doughnuts with cinnamon sugar right in front of you. Had to pick up a present for someone, bought 4 bags of doughnuts while there for other people, didn't even try to eat one of them. One of the bags is for Alpha. She eats 2 of the doughnuts right in front of me. Again, jerk.
- One of the hooligans on here (and it totally escapes me as to who it was) Tweeted about FedExing me a care package of cookies to mess with me. 6 hours later, knock at the door. Buddy of mine brings over a batch of Christmas goodies his girl baked for me. They're currently residing on the counter, sealed, waiting for January 1st.
Funny side note: when I told grandman about the idea the other day, she laughed and patted my belly. Then she said "it looks a little smaller." I replied that I still had my man boobs. "Oh, that's ok, you should keep those." I love that lady!