Life Without Chocolate
The trick, of course, is to deprive one's self for a higher purpose —and not so radically that the deprivation becomes an end in itself.
I think this is possible. I really do. But there are always moments — usually at the end of a long day when a handful of peanut M&Ms would taste mighty nice — when it begins to seem more stultifying than edifying.
Still, like anything else, it gets easier with practice. Usually by Easter I feel like I could live the rest of my life without chocolate.
Of course, I never do.