Today, yes, TODAY, is Chocopocalypse!

And I just realized that I didn't write about last year's Chocopocalypse, which is in some what sacrilege! I spent it driving from Chicago to Ottawa with Jonathan and his mother, tasting, eating and commenting on 24 different bars of chocolate. I was going strong until the hemp chocolate, which was gross enough that I nearly vomitted in Carol's car. That wasn't a good moment. The drive was an adventure and lots of fun despite that moment.

This year, I wanted a quiet Chocopocalypse: maybe a hot chocolate and a bar of chocolate. I've been going as non-sugar as a sugar junkie can go, and didn't really want to shock my system with too much chocolate. Which is to say, this Lent thing may have run its course.

I started the morning with a chocolate croissant. For once, I didn't overcook it, which was great.

I then had milk chocolate peanuts and a milk chocolate covered toffee:

And, well, I have to admit the first two weaknesses with chocolate (well, aside the WHOLE CHOCOLATE THING) that I partook in, which is half a container of See's almond covered Toffee-ettes. Those things are crack for me:

After that, I had a Cacao e Sale Dolce Di Cervia finissimo al latte e Olio EVO, which is to say, 38% Italiant milk chocolate with sea salt. B buys these for me in Portland at The Meadow, which is the only place I've found them. I have the importer's name from the back of the chocolate box, but, really, this is the most delicious chocolate.

After I had feasted on the chocolate, I went to make my hot chocolate. I have a recipe from my Chocolate cookbook, where the recipe is just perfect. It makes a dark chocolate, not too sweet, hot chocolate drink. I love it.

The day was progressing along quite nicely when I realized I was missing some of my best chocolate in all the world, about half of a bar. I looked around, but couldn't find it.

Eventually, I gave up, and grabbed my laptop to head back into my room when it didn't lift. How odd, I thought, and picked up my laptop. The table cloth came with it.

Confused, I turned the laptop upside down.

Well... shit.

I found my missing chocolate.

The heat of the laptop melted the chocolate. I really wanted to lick it.

Instead, with the chocolate melted into the grill, I immediately unplugged the computer and shut it down. I put it in the coldest part of the house I could find (the floor of the garage) in hopes the chocolate will solidify, reducing any damage.

This is likely the worst Chocopocalypse yet.

Given that it'll likely be my last, what a way to go out.

Jonathan sent me the link to this image. The image had me crying, because yes.

To whoever wrote this: I don't understand the owl, I love the story, thank you.

Okay, so, the thing about this burpee challenge is that it isn't forgiving: it is burpees every day, it is an increasing number of burpees every day.

Which pretty much means that any injury that I can't compensate for in some way to give my body a chance to heal, will get worse. And worse.

My injuries had so far rotated from spot to spot, never sticking around long enough to become problematic. First the problem was my left knee. Then my right knee. Then my upper left arm. Then my right wrist. For each of them I managed to adjust my burpees, and keep going.

Until this one.

I have managed to strain, possibly pull, my rhombus minor. I am finding pushups nearly impossible. They are incredibly painful just to the inside of my upper left scapula. Burpees 80-85 were so painful, I cried.

This morning, I started doing my burpees in sets of 1 and 2. You can guess how long it takes to do 86 burpees when you are doing them one at a time with lots of recovery afterward. I've been icing my injury and trying to adjust my pushup to minimize the use of my strained muscle. I managed to do 86 burpees today, but they weren't pretty.

I might be forced to stop this challenge because of an injury, but today is not that day.