Lent
Though I'm not a Catholic, or religious for that matter, I give up some edible addiction every Lent season.
It starts the same every February. I decide which of my delectable consumables will be banished from my diet and cupboards. I then proceed to gorge upon it, full tilt, until that most wonderful of all Tuesdays is upon us, Fat Tuesday.
Given the success rate of Lents past, I decided to go for broke and double up on my sacrifice. I ended my affair with caffeine and sugar for 40 days and 40 nights.
Fat Tuesday is a blur in my memory. I ended Fat Tuesday with a rotten gut and the shakes.
Lent ends the same every Easter. I gorge on the deliciousness I've deprived myself for penitence to a God I don't even worship. I wake up Monday morning with a rotten gut and the shakes.
I'm back on that syrupy sauce. Life is peachy.
It starts the same every February. I decide which of my delectable consumables will be banished from my diet and cupboards. I then proceed to gorge upon it, full tilt, until that most wonderful of all Tuesdays is upon us, Fat Tuesday.
Given the success rate of Lents past, I decided to go for broke and double up on my sacrifice. I ended my affair with caffeine and sugar for 40 days and 40 nights.
Fat Tuesday is a blur in my memory. I ended Fat Tuesday with a rotten gut and the shakes.
Lent ends the same every Easter. I gorge on the deliciousness I've deprived myself for penitence to a God I don't even worship. I wake up Monday morning with a rotten gut and the shakes.
I'm back on that syrupy sauce. Life is peachy.