I generally reject any form of self control, which is why I never get through a Lenten season without bum rushing whatever it was I moronically decided to try and withhold from myself for more than a month. I like to start by saying I’m giving up something held in high esteem, like:
- green vegetables
- yoga
- Scotch
- professional wrestling
- Wednesdays
But then I guilt myself into taking it seriously. Next thing I know, I’m riding around on my high horse, denouncing my only hobbies:
- profanity
- booze
- fried foods
- laziness*
And that only lasts about two days. So this year, I gave up arugula. Then I punched myself in the eye and gave up refined sugar. I couldn’t say for sure if this is what Christ had in mind after 40 days and nights of temptation in the desert, but it sure does feel like how it’s supposed to go.
I think it’s working out pretty well. I’ve had six Cokes this week.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
*the trifecta of effing around on the Internet, not working out and sleeping in
