Because its the first day of Lent!
As an Episcopalian, the Lenten sacrifice is nearly mandatory. You can give something up or take something up . . . as long as you are improving yourself. Most Episcopalians choose the former since we are generally more interested in punishing ourselves.
Since this whole blogging thing started as as a means for documenting Lent last year, people have been asking what I'm giving up this year.
It took me a while to figure it out. I didn't want to do the exact same thing again. So after much deliberation, I decided to give up desserts and seconds.
I actually think that the seconds will be the harder of the two. Because I'm a seconds . . .
. . . and sometimes thirds . . . kind of girl.
I know what you are thinking, but there will be no cheating.
I won't be doubling my firsts. No matter how tempted I may be.
So, with the impending sentence of no desserts/seconds looming, are you wondering how I handled Fat Tuesday? Well, in the words of Elizabeth,
"I ate like it was the end of days, not just the beginning of Lent."
I was in Dallas for lunch. When it was my turn to order, I told the waiter that I wanted a large bowl of lobster bisque and a slice of carrot cake. He said, "together?" And I answered, "Yes please."
Imagine my discontent when my soup came out alone.
That led to the following conversation:
Waiter: How is everything?
Me: Wonderful. Can I please get my cake?
Waiter: Oh you were serious?Voila.
Me: Damn straight.
The cake was excellent. It was end of days cake. It was death row cake. And, I owned it.
And then, I did it again at dinner:
I can't remember the last time I had two desserts in one day. I feel kind of disgusting today.
But, now I'm ready for Lent. Bring it on.