There it stands: 1000 milli-litres of milk, sugar, cocoa, salt, carrageenan (what?s that?), artificial flavour (I don?t like the sounds of that), vitamin A and vitamin D.
the challenge
And here I sit: unsure of my stomach?s ability to hold all that goodness. Mainly, I?m concerned with 24 grams of sugar per cup of the stuff, and I?m going to drink four times that much. I rack my brain for any nutrition-guide knowledge I may have retained over the years, ?How much sugar is within the acceptable limit?? I?m pretty sure that 100 grams of sugar is far too much for one meal, for sure, if not for the day. My consolation is that there are 8 grams of protein for every 24 grams of sugar. ?Surely that balances something out,? I reason as I walk home from the store with my chocolate milk.
The first half litre go down quickly and easily. It has been a couple hours since I?ve been up and I haven?t had anything to eat yet. And I love chocolate milk.
The next cup is surprisingly easy too. I?m somewhat distracted as I?m reading my Bible while having breakfast. But then it gets harder. This is where I got stuck many years ago when I first attempted this?
I was in high school and working at the ROM camp. My friend would routinely come in to work with a one litre carton of chocolate milk that he picked up at the corner store before hopping on the bus down to the museum. I loved chocolate milk even more in those days, but was still shocked by the quantity he was drinking at one time. But he wouldn?t be deterred. In fact, he started telling me that I should try the same. One morning, he came in with two chocolate milks: one for him and one for me. I heartily embraced the challenge. I sipped on the milk throughout the morning attendance taking, which was my job every day. But at the end of that, I needed to join my group, at which point it was not only inappropriate to be having breakfast while being with the kids but food in the galleries is not allowed. Sadly, I had to label my carton and stick the last quarter of my milk into the fridge to drink later in the day.
The difference then was that I had already eaten breakfast. With that in mind, I reasoned that I could successfully conquer a litre of milk this time around. But it happened: I started to feel full. Not wanting to give up, I pressed on, sipping the milk over the course of multiple minutes, admittedly ignoring my stomach?s cues to my brain.
In the end, victory! But also very full?
conquered!
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