Yesterday was Ash Wednesday, which means that it’s time to stop living like this:
and start living like this gal:
Lent was never part of my life until I lived in Mexico, where I kind of didn’t have a choice. You couldn’t find a taco anywhere on Fridays. The main topic of conversation in February and March was what you were giving up for Lent and how difficult it was. I told everybody that I was going to give up smoking, the joke being that I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my life. It’s easy to quit something you’ve never started.
Even though I’m not religious, I enjoy the experiment of trying to give something up for 40 days. Once I tried to give up swearing. That only lasted a few hours. This year I considered giving up chocolate or television, but I’ve a feeling it wouldn’t take long to give in and give up. So I’ve decided on something challenging yet possible: bread. I love bread. I love it in all its myriad forms. I like it toasted. I like it with peanut butter and jelly. I like it plain. I think I could subsist on bread and water and be relatively happy, as long as it was good bread.
We shall see where this experiment in breadlessness takes me. I’m kind of hoping a size 6.
What are you giving up, or what would you give up? What couldn’t you give up?