Ash Wednesday is coming up on, well, Wednesday, and that means that us Catholics start thinking about our Lenten Sacrifice. I have given up different things in the past, with varying amounts of success. For three years in college, I gave up all meat (except fish), and I was a rock star at it. One year, I gave up potatoes. Not so rock star on that one.
This year, I am giving up fast food. By fast food, I mean the following restaurants: McDonald’s, Burger King, Wendy’s, Arby’s, KFC, Long John Silver, Taco Bell, DQ Grill and Chill, and Hamburger Stand. I do NOT mean Boston Market. Just sayin’.
Anyhoo, I have a HUGE problem with fast food. One might have gathered that I am often On the Go. It’s true. I spend a lot of time on my way to somewhere…be it school, work, other work, Bill’s house (sorry…OUR house – still getting used to that). And now that many of the aforementioned fast food restaurants are happy to take my debit card, it is SO easy to just answer the call of the drive-thru and, well, drive through.
It’s gotten so bad lately that I have stopped at McDonald’s to get fries for a “snack.” Does anyone remember that I have a wedding coming up? And it’s mine? And I will be wearing a white dress? And white is not as slimming as, say, black?
Apparently, I have been blocking this out of my mind. Not the wedding…but the potentially unflattering effect the whole fast food thing could have on the whole white dress thing.
Therefore, after tomorrow, I will not be eating fast food until after Easter. I know I can do this…and it represents both a true sacrifice, which is the whole idea, and an all-around Good Idea, which is a great bonus in both the healthier eating arena of life and the saving money arena of life.
In other news, my mom and I have an appointment at Curves for Wednesday morning. Further ammunition in the whole white dress arena of life. Anyone noticing that my life is full of arenas right now?
Also, I have three addictions to confess. My name is Mary, and I am a combination ChickLit-, Sudoku-, and Yarn-aholic. I would share more, but it is time for me to install myself onto the couch and read a book while knitting a scarf for my best friend Amy and solving a Sudoku puzzle. Why can’t I just relax on a night off, like normal people?