When I came to the end of my year of not eating dessert, many people asked me what I would do next. Some worried that I would begin gorging on every bit of dessert in a ten mile radius, and others worried that I would continue abstaining from dessert (seriously, some people acted like it would be a bad thing to continue refraining from eating something that I will admit that I am addicted to). I too wondered what I would do for my next challenge. I wanted to do something that pushed me even further than the dessert fast had done, so I decided to complete twenty-one challenges instead of only one.
I never thought that I would be able to say this, but I have officially gone one whole year without dessert. It all started on my twentieth birthday when my friend Olivia told me that I should try to go off dessert for thirty days with her. Feeling full from the obscene amounts of pizza that I had just crammed into my mouth, I readily agreed to the challenge. The next day I realized that my overstuffed stomach had lured me into a false sense of confidence, because I was already wanting to drop out of the challenge.