Having a sweet tooth isn’t something I’ve ever been guilty of.
Sure, there are bars of chocolate that I like and bakers’ treats that are far too hard to resist at times.
But I’ve always been more of what might be termed a grazer – picking a solo choc out from an open box every time I pass by, grabbing a Bounty bar while waiting in the queue to pay for petrol at the garage.
Certainly not hardcore in your face choc-a-holic though.
Post Christmas, our house is awash with all sorts of tempting treats, from Thornton’s chocolates to cake, shortbread and truffles.
Lovely, thoughtful gifts from people unaware I was about to embark on the Two Fat Laddies project.
And they are just sitting there, teasing me.
I swear I all but reached for a strawberry chocolate cream sitting on the workbench for my breakfast today, just because it was there, open and unwrapped.
But I didn’t.
Thankfully I’ve still for the moment got the resolve to stand firm.
Yet I can’t help but wonder how often temptation will rear it’s ugly head on this rocky road.
And whether I’ll be man enough to resist.