Chocolate. That's right. Chocolate. You're outta here . . . for the next 40 days.
Normally, I'm the kind of Lent-observer who tries to take on something positive - like writing more cards to friends or learning a new skill - rather than engaging in the giver-upper discipline.
But my favorite Welsh woman, Liz, has declared chocolate off-limits until Easter, and to show my support , I'm banishing the yummy, succulent, smooth, creamy, brain-cell-enhancing, endorphine-boosting, ultimate "reward" food, as well. Sigh.
Not that I've been indulging much lately anyway, what with the WeightWatchers and all. But the next time I feel the need for a pity-party, I'll have to reach for another stress-relieving drug.
On the up-side, I can let myself off the card-writing hook.