It's been a month since I quit chocolate. Amazing how time is flying huh. Some days I feel like I can’t quite get a grip on everything. I’m so exhausted and to make matters worse, I haven’t had a decent nights sleep in a while. As a result, every day after lunch I start falling asleep at my desk or in the boardroom…I’ve even resorted to taking lunchtime naps in my car or sitting with the air-conditioner on despite the chill in the air…all in a desperate bid to stay awake.
I wish I could say that I don’t miss the chocolate. Life has been miserable without it and I eagerly await the day we will be reunited again :D For the past few days however, I’ve been craving for cheesecake like a pregnant woman who wants her pickled gherkins, peanut butter and ice cream sandwich. It’s the most bizarre thing really, because I have never been a cheesecake fanatic, Ever. But I find myself dreaming about freaking cheesecake the way Britney Spears dreams about having Justin Timberlake back in her life! I think I’m just projecting again…I need to stick to healthier obsessions and addictions, like coffee or stalking.
Speaking of fanaticism, and I know Mash, OH and the Blogger are all going to kill me, but I have to say, I don’t get the whole Soccer/Football addiction. Look, I love soccer. I do. And I love AC Milan and Juventus, for reasons beyond anything related to football. I love the patriotism, the competitiveness and that sense of camaraderie that everyone feels. I’ll even watch a few minutes of UEFA and I’m a full-on supporter in every World Cup.
I will even go as far as saying it’s the greatest sport on earth. Ok? I’ll give you guys that. But I can’t help thinking it’s a little gay. I mean have you seen those dudes running all up against each other…hugging and kissing their way through the game and crying like little girls when they don’t make it? You know what? I can even understand when they go on like that on the field because they are in the moment and the passion of the sport enthrals and dictates their emotions.
But what I DON’T understand, are those guys sitting in their lounges laughing, crying…yes I’ve heard of dudes who cry saline tears…and are as angry and upset when their team loses as they would have been had they walked in on their wives cheating with their best friends. That boggles my mind.
Most of the soccer/football loving fanatics don’t even have that much emotion reserved for their wives, children and families, not like they do for their gay teams. Hmmm, I wonder if it says something about them :D