It was a miserable January morning, the excitement of Christmas just a distant memory, decorations had been removed, presents all but forgotten about, and the lingering feeling of eating too much was ever so present. Bryan and Sian were discussing the vast amounts of calorific foods and drinks they both consumed over the Christmas and new year period, Bryan blaming the festivities for his alcoholism admitted that in one sitting he had drank his way through 15 cans of lager 10 bottles of beer and a partridge in a pear tree …couldn’t resist, Sian was not much surprised at this shock confession as she’d always wondered about Bryans ‘drinking problem’ but that’s another story. Alcohol was not the only problem that Christmas brought about, for Sian it was the vast amount of delicious foods. Turkey, Yorkshire puddings, stuffing, Trifles, chocolates, creams, cakes, sweets to name but a few. So as they both sat at their desks, rubbing there swollen and bloated bellies wondering if they would ever see their shoes again that’s when the idea for a bet was created. Bryan would have to be alcohol free for a whole month and Sian takeaway free for the same time. Foolishly they both agreed to this, what some would say crazy idea, the forfeit being a massive £10.
The first week flew by easily enough, both in high spirits in being able to complete this mission effortlessly. Bryan not yet getting the shakes was quite impressed with being able to walk in a straight line for the first time in years. For Sian on the over hand, things were starting to get hard, not only was she having to hide from takeaways at home but also at work. As the daily breakfast and lunch time clubs were in full swing as others had not yet decided to start their new year diets. As the smell of sweet flame grilled beef and salty chips swept through the building, Sian could all but cry into her broccoli and cauliflower filled lunch box. This was going to be a tough few weeks.
Now, how hard can it be I hear you ask, well you may take for granted your 4am greasy chicken kebab, or a few cans while watching the football, your weekend treat of takeaways and Saturday nights down the pub. Just remember Bryan and Sian were struggling on in the name of well, wanting to beat each other and steal the others money. Half way through this quest to a better body however, Bryan began playing dirty. Sending Sian pictures of himself at Pizza Hut with his plate piled high, creating a mini leaning tower of pizza, rubbing it in her poor sweet face. Laughing at her weakness of the cholesterol filled food, this only spurred Sian on, and that very weekend she would get her own back, reminding Bryan of the devil juice he so highly missed. Bryan acted like he didn’t care, but deep within him an urge exploded he needed to pollute his body in some way and if it wasn’t going to be bottles of Desperados the only other way was to eat the foods that Sian craved so badly, KFC, Subway, McDonalds you name it at least twice a week a trip would take place to these places.
As the last few days drew closer, the blood shot eyes of withdrawal became ever so present in both Bryan and Sian, their bodies reacting badly to the lack of damage that it was so used to. Surprisingly both had managed to get through January without one slip up (or so they say) On the final day both could not contain their excitement. It was the day that they both had been waiting for. Bryan could finally bring his flask of Jack Daniels back into work and Sian’s Saturday nights of stumbling home with a kebab wrapper could continue. They could both bask in the fact that they had stuck to their guns and not given in even when temptation was hitting them straight in the face. They were so proud, and so they should be. J
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