Well, Lent ends this Sunday with Easter.
Christmas is one of those holidays that starts at Midnight. If you can stay up until midnight, congrats. You can open your presents.
Easter, however, does not start until sunrise. So if you did something silly like “give up carbs for Lent”, you don’t get to order a pizza at 11:45PM on Saturday night and start eating it as soon as it gets there.
Nope. You have to go to bed and wake up and *THEN* eat the pizza.
As for my Lenten abstinence, how did I do?
Well, I did awful.
I made it less than a week before I bought a game and, on top of that, I was completely devastated by Daylight Saving Time and so started drinking caffeinated diet sodas again.
But I did not cheat on my diet.
Well, I suppose that that isn’t technically true… I ate more than 20 non-fruit carbs in any given day a number of times. It turns out that they soak meat in brown sugar before turning it into beef jerky, so I ate too many carbs because of that. Additionally, there was this really super annoying breach that happened at Costco: I was looking at the different protein powders and doing comparisons between how this one has 5 carbs per serving, ooh, this one has 5 carbs per but they’re sugar alcohols, this one has 2 carbs per serving but it only comes in weird flavors and making my way through the products and the lady at the end of the aisle had protein shakes she was asking people to test out. I took a little sample cup, drank it, thought “oh, my gosh… this tastes like melted soft-serve vanilla ice cream” and I looked at the shake’s nutritional info and it had 23 carbs.
That irritated the heck out of me.
So, on a physical level, there were days that I ate more carbs than I wanted to… but, on a spiritual level, I held my fast. (I’m also using a different belt notch.)
Lessons learned: Give up one thing for Lent. Don’t give up three things for Lent.
Anyway, come Sunday, I am so very much going to enjoy my cheat day. I want to go to a place for breakfast that has biscuits. I will be going to the sister’s house to watch the nephews complain that they’re too old to search for Easter eggs and I will bring some Cold Stone Ice Cream and mom said that she’d make twice-baked potatoes for us. And then, that night, I will probably order a pizza.
And get donuts on the way to work the next morning.
And, depending on what my weight looked like on Saturday (I still haven’t weighed myself since a week into the diet, you see), we’ll sit down and discuss the diet plan going forward.
And I seriously can’t wait for that.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Photo is “Footrace finish line, 1925” from the Seattle Municipal Archives, used under a creative commons license)