So in the meantime I am preparing myself for the onslaught of chocolate that Easter brings. While it's been a number of years since I first gave up sugar, this is the longest I have managed to stay off it consistently. Last Easter I found myself falling off the wagon bigtime. Think the Father/Comte de Reynaud from Joanne Harris' Chocolat. That scene. You know the one. That was me last Easter. Chocolate is my biggest weakness, and I find myself strangely fascinated that I can actually not eat it. It's just not worth the four day recovery. So here's to a year of no chocolate and to breaking out all the will power I've got to get me through the next few days!