After a carb-filled yummilicious dinner of pancakes, I took a walk to contemplate what to do for Lent.
I love how YouTube chooses the most flattering stills of my face for the video. Charming.
I don’t want Lent to be another version of Weight Watchers. Even though I’d love to just starve myself and get super skinny in 40 days.
“You can always be thinner… look better.
— Patrick Bateman in American Psycho
But that’s a bit of a self-absorbed Lenten promise. I’m sure God would look at me and think, Wow, she did great. She did 60 sit ups everyday. How holy is she. Sure glad I had my son kick it on the cross so that she could prepare for the anniversary of his death and resurrection by doing sit ups.
A super rad speaker said once that if you do nothing for 38 days and on the 39th day, you forgive someone that you’ve held a grudge against, you’ve done better than all those people who give up chocolate.
Once my mom made my younger sister and I give up fighting with each other. That was probably the hardest Lent for both of us. On day 38, we fought like barn cats and both felt better for it. We had built up a lot of steam.
I could meditate daily. Or reach out to a friend. I could run around the block. Not eat cheese. Stretch. Give up Facebook.
Ooohhh I sensed a lot of readers pause on that one.
Give up Facebook? What is she crazy? Not. Gonna. Happen.
Ya, that one is a bit tough for me, too, I sheepishly admit.
So reader, got any thoughts about Lent? Got any ideas for this year? Success or horror Lent stories from the past?