The great chocolate and liver experiment
Hi, I’m Robin, and I’m a chocoholic. (Hi, Robin!) It’s been 158 days since my last piece of chocolate. Incredible.
Some of you may recall the great chocolate and liver experiment of July, 2006. I hesitate to link to it, just because I am once again exposing my weirdness, but what the hey–you already know I’m odd, right?
The reason why I’m thinking about this experiment today is two-fold: first, the heroine of the novel I’m writing right now has to get through Halloween without eating any chocolate. Second, it’s because my husband’s hunting buddy just got back from a “successful hunt” (the definition of this phrase can vary, depending on whether you are a hunter or . . . me), and dropped off the entire elk liver for my husband to enjoy.
Okay, stop. Let me just paint you a picture. An elk liver is about the size of a tote bag, thick and heavy and bloody. I went into the kitchen last night to pull it out of the refrigerator and look at it again so I could accurately describe it to you, and my husband tried to shame me off by saying, “What are you doing? That’s none of your concern. You’re looking at the elk’s most private parts now. Is that nice?”
On a side note, the year that my husband killed an elk of his own, he called home to break the news. Knowing how I feel about such things, he began by saying, “I followed this huge bull elk for three days, and I want you to know that I saw him being abusive to his cows and also cheating on them. So I shot him.”
Anyway, the reason my husband was trying to warn me off last night is he knows tonight he will be cooking liver and onions for him and his father. And he also knows that no amount of apology will make up for that. The smell is disgusting–the whole idea of it is disgusting–and our house is going to reek for days.
So just in case my commitment to not eating chocolate was getting a little soft, have no fear–tonight it will be fully renewed. All I have to do is picture a jar of hot fudge pouring over the red, bloody tote bag, and I’m good for another 158 days.
In the meantime, those of you who are not crazy should enter my monthly chocolate drawing. Just because I’m off the stuff doesn’t mean I intend to punish anyone else. In fact, you’d be doing it for me.
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December 6th, 2006 at 9:22 am
Thanks Robin, you ruined giant elk liver for me, picturing it coated with hot fudge….
December 6th, 2006 at 9:38 am
My dad always wanted to have liver and onions when I was a kid but my mom flat out refused to cook that mess(he wasn’t interested in forcing it on us kids,he actually liked that!).
Hey,can I be in your chocolate drawing? With all these holiday food catalogues that keep showing up in my mail box lately,I could use a reason to resist:)
December 6th, 2006 at 10:13 am
Lady T, of course you can be in the drawing. Just send me an entry (you’ll see the link at the top of the page).
I may also hold a drawing for elk liver this month. Patrick?
December 6th, 2006 at 12:02 pm
Wow! Hmmm… maybe I should try that whole mix what you love with what you hate thing. I gained 20+ pounds since June =( (Thank heavens I’m 5′10 and can pack on the weight without too many people noticing!)
Ugh… and good luck with the liver smell. That’s so nasty!!
December 6th, 2006 at 12:09 pm
Christen, 20+ since June? You must have been having a good time.
December 6th, 2006 at 12:19 pm
You have no idea!!! =)
I joined Weight Watchers last January weighing in at 175. I was down to 151 by my engagment part in June… and now I’m back up to 173 =(
I think it’s the stress. I’m a stress eater and I have been really stressed out with school, work, fiancés, etc.
Maybe I need the liver smell in my apartment to turn me off from food?!? Or maybe I should take my large stressed out self back to weight watchers. =)
On a side note… I’m having “boudoir” pictures taken January 20th with a few girlfriends for our husbands / fiancés, so that’s been a major motivator to work out. I might need to try the “liver/chocolate” method to end some of the bad food cravings!
December 6th, 2006 at 12:35 pm
I went on Weight Watchers back in the day, and all it did was make me gorge each week right after the weigh-in. I figured I’d have another whole week to work it off, so why not have the ice cream and whatever else my craving heart desired?
I know a lot of people have had success with WW, but it made me obsess about food ALL THE TIME. Any diet does that, at least for me. I finally lost weight when I gave up dieting forever. That Paul McKenna book (follow the link in this post to the McKenna link in the other one)is a great one for that. You should order it. Trust me.
December 6th, 2006 at 2:59 pm
Weight Watchers is a good program but they do make you think about food ALOT,plus after you’ve been there awhile,you start to notice that the “new” food plan you get in January is not that much different from the one you got the same time last year. They just change the names and some of the portion amounts.
Thanks for pointing out the chocolate contest sign-up,Robin! Maybe Santa will put in a good word for me:)
December 6th, 2006 at 4:10 pm
I feel like I’m starving on WW, but I drop pounds when I’m on it.
And I’ll pass on the liver. Or any experiment involving liver.
December 6th, 2006 at 5:27 pm
don’t be ruining chocolate for those of us who view it as the very base of the food pyramid.
December 6th, 2006 at 7:22 pm
Liver and chocolate? I am so retching…
December 11th, 2006 at 7:39 am
Reminds me of when my son was around 12 years old and he said he’d never had liver, and wanted to try it. Now, I hate liver, but I didn’t want to discourage him from trying something. So I bought a small hunk of calves’ liver and cooked it up with some vidalias. It was one of the biggest laugh fests my son and I ever had. It was so bad that it got to the point where we were daring each other to try one more taste, and the steak knives were being used to cut smaller and smaller and smaller pieces to the point where you could barely see them nor get them onto the fork.
The dog and cat feasted that night. Jason and I ended up eating Pizza.
December 11th, 2006 at 7:50 am
Ha! Love it!