Self-discipline by way of Peche Mortel

I like challenges, to a point. I agreed to swim in the salty St. Lawrence this weekend for that reason (although I was a huge wussy about it), and my summer job is supposed to be one of the hardest in North America, although I wonder about that, since I don't think the hardest jobs in North America are done by drunk college students. But, in any case, if I am allowed a significant level of good-natured bitching, I'll do a lot of things, so this week I'm trying to eat nothing with added sugar in it, for several reasons:
-I like sugar way too much, so it'll be good to not have it for a while.
-I no longer train as hard as I used to, so it might be good to stop eating like a very un-discerning horse.
-As Calvin's dad (and my older male friends who place an almost idiotic value on being hardcore) says:


So far today, I've had an orange, some cheese and a bottle of really strong Québecois beer called Peche Mortel. Clearly, I am not doing this for health reasons. I might make this whole issuing self challenges thing a regular occurence. That could be fun. Or it could build character.