I have never considered myself to be a chocoholic nor have I considered myself to have a sweet tooth, but today I discovered what a sugar crave is.

Prior to starting this challenge, I had bought (and not eaten) a Tesco Finest Devonshire Cream Yoghurt (I am not sure how accurate the word “yoghurt” is in this context, but that’s what is written on the packaging) and left it in the office fridge. This morning, from waking up, all I could think about was this yoghurt. It was haunting me and calling my name, which is very distracting when trying to work.

Finally, around noon, I could take it no longer. I waited for my colleague to leave his desk, dashed into the kitchen, flung the fridge door open, grabbed the yoghurt and literally poured it down my throat. It was the best thing I have ever tasted!

After washing my face (I had yoghurt everywhere — including a cube of fudge stuck to the bridge of my nose), the guilt set in. Why had I done it? What was the point? I have always been able to control what I eat; why not now? My conclusion: I was receiving a boat-load of sugar every night in the form of alcohol. Only now that I have been sober for over two days do I crave the sweet stuff.