Week 13: Addendum

I don’t know about you, but when I hear the word fantasy, I immediately think dirty thoughts. Thank you, E. L. James.

I don’t want to say that I had been fantasizing over a bar of chocolate for 3 months, that’s perhaps a little extreme. At times throughout however, my mind had wandered to a place in time, where we could be alone at last. I would get home from work, break open the fridge door, and rip through her tin foil underwear, to reveal the honeycomb infused sweetness beneath, before indulging.

Jaysis, my heart is pounding.

I can’t speak highly enough of my experience over the past 12 weeks. I haven’t had any real cravings as such during that time, and I’ve never so much as had a single bad day, where all I wanted to do was to eat unhealthy food. I was expecting those days to come, particularly in the beginning, but they never did.

My mindset has changed, and like I mentioned in previous posts, the way I view food is completely different now. I have a newfound awareness when it comes to nutrition; I have no desire to put certain kinds of foods in my body anymore.

That being said, I was pretty excited to treat myself at the ‘end’ of it all. And one thing was for certain- after 12 weeks of being strict with my intake- I was going to allow myself to enjoy every single bite, free of guilt.

The universe worked its magic once more last weekend, as I was able to spend the last few days of this amazing journey, exactly as I had in the beginning, in the company of my wonderful girlfriend, Áine.

Simply put, Áinj is a constant source of inspiration. It has been so much fun to be able to bounce ideas off each other along the way, as she too has been embracing healthy fats for some time, under ‘The Guru’s’ guidance.

As she still has a couple of weeks left to go, she left me to my own devices with regard to the ensuing chocolate frenzy. But before boarding a ship on course for Japan earlier this week, she pulled out all the stops with a Ferrero Rocher cheesecake, to compliment the colossal Toblerone which was waiting patiently in the bottom of my fridge.

What a woman.

And so, the day had finally arrived.

It became apparent very early on in this journey, that the delicious aroma emanating from my thermos every day in school, coupled with the fact that I had stopped eating lunch in the cafeteria, had sparked a curiosity among my high school students. They took a great interest from the onset, and some even got to taste bulletproof coffee for the first time, so I decided to share in the celebrations with them.

We did a lesson on chocolate, and I invited them to bring their favorite treats to class. Fittingly, I brought some Toblerones to share. I didn’t eat any chocolate in class myself, as I was determined to wait until I got home.

Why?’, I hear you ask.

I figured that because I hadn’t tasted the stuff in so long, it was probably best for me to stay locked away to a certain extent afterwards, on the off chance that some Bruce Banner sh*t went down!

Regardless, it was great to share in the celebrations with my students, and to… enable their bad eating habits. OK. Yes, I see the irony.

I digress.

I wasn’t content to just go home after school, and make a pig of myself. I was determined to feel as though I was deserving of a treat, so I put in a solid 90 minutes in the gym, worked up a good sweat, and glided back to my tiny apartment.

I will spare you the gory details suffice it to say that I enjoyed and savored every last crumb. The Ferrero Rocher cheesecake was out of this world, and although I gladly tapped out after 4 pieces of Toblerone, I felt incredibly satisfied. I washed it down with a cup of Rooibos tea with honey, and finished the glorious routine with 10 mind-expanding minutes of meditation.

Moving forward I will happily continue to follow a ketogenic lifestyle, but I will allow myself a treat now and again, on the rare occasion that I do feel the urge to fulfill some dark, twisted, chocolaty fantasy. For now though, the Toblerone lives to fight another day, sitting proudly in the bottom of my fridge once more.

Don’t get comfortable my friend, we’ll meet again soon.

Fionn McSwiney is a PhD researcher and lecturer at Waterford IT; a specialist in the field of Exercise Science and Nutrition. You can follow him on Facebook and Instagram– seek out the experts.