This past week was the beginning of Lent, which means, for any good Catholic guy or gal, the end of all the things we love for 40 days. I went to Mass, got the dab of ashes on my forehead and felt as if everyone thought I had smeared black eyeliner all over my face for the rest of the day. Insecurities.
Usually, I don’t give anything up for Lent. But this year, I thought it would be a fun experiment to actually try to go without something that I love for an extended period of time. People do this all the time. I figured I could at least try.
I began to think of things that I loved, and the list goes on and on. It seemed like the easiest thing for me to give up would be food. And what are my favorite foods? Basically anything with sugar in it: chocolate, cookies, candies, and most of all, ice cream. I decided that I would give up all of these sweets for Lent.
It is more difficult than I could have ever imagined. I’m having withdrawals. Sweaty palms, trembling, shaking – you name it, I have it. I had to hide the old Valentine’s Day candy from myself in my room to keep myself from eating it. I put it on the top of my wardrobe so that my little self would have to climb on my desk like a monkey to get to the bag of sweet deliciousness. And I’m proud to say I have not climbed my desk to get that candy down.
I took the candy out of my candy jar, and replaced it with fruit. Fruit. As if that would ever satisfy my sweet tooth.
Now I just sit in my bed all day and go to town on a bag of frozen berries, wishing they were covered in chocolate and sprinkles.
I’ll admit to my minor slip up. My MacBook Pro took a turn for the worst, and somehow managed to have liquid doused in it. And when I write “doused,’ I mean the Apple workers found large amounts of liquid pouring out of the inside of my laptop. As I sulked in Stamford Mall about the $750 that would now be spent on laptop damages, iPhone Guy thought it would be a good time to brighten my spirits.
As any good friend would, he accompanied me to Stamford Mall to see the fate of my little laptop.
When I heard the bad news, he galloped like a gazelle into Godiva Chocolatier to get us each a chocolate covered strawberry. Seriously? How could I turn down an offer like that? What would you do if you had a gigantic chocolate covered strawberry in your hand? You wouldn’t just stare at it. You’d eat it.
I never said I was a role model.
And I’ll also admit to another minor slip up. How could I refuse Sunny Daes ice cream? Obviously I had to get chocolate fudge brownie and peanut butter cup. I’m sure this list of slip ups is going to continue as the weeks go on.
Oh well. At least I can say I tried to be a good little Catholic girl. I hope not everyone is struggling as much as I am. I wish you all the best of luck to not give in to these Lent cravings we have.
Until next time, I’ll be eating frozen berries with a look of dissatisfaction on my face.
– Sent from my BlackBerry
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