Taking lent, anyone?

I am trying to take a 'lent' as they call it, on sweets. Sweets meaning, candy, chocolate, pastries anything that makes for dessert. It's harder than it seems, this sacrificing. 

5 days down, 20 more to go. It would have been worthwhile some, if I lost weight along the way too but the damn weighing machine seems to want to depress me for eternity. 

I made this band (some string) to wear around my right hand -to remind me of my lent- in case my body goes on autopilot and  reaches for something I shouldn't be having. Which is happening a lot. 

My mother said she heard me crying in the night, and when she asked me why I mumbled something along the lines of "The cakes calling me but I can't move"

I think I'll survive. I hope. If I do, I'll let you know. If I don't, I'll tell my mom to let you guys know. 

Okay, so for those of you in similar conditions as mine, darlings, let's do this together. 

So painful is this love that I can't keep,

Burning my skin though I haven't touched

Cutting through my heart, cutting so deep

Your knife and my love remain clutched

So painful it is to be loved. 

Forgive the crappy poetry, I'm suffering from aglycophobia.