I’m religious. I do believe in God. And I believe that believing in something makes me feel better. I'm not Catholic, I'm non denomenational.
But that’s not the point of this ramble. This is about Lent.
I have a friend who practices Lent and I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of ‘giving something up’. Willpower has never been one of my strong suits, but that’s because I hate the idea of giving something up forever. Forty days of sacrifice? That’s something I can do.
It’s been explained to me that deciding what you give up should be based on what you like. Since it’s about sacrifice, it should involve giving up something you enjoy. (This point was made clear when I heroically declared I would give up folding my own laundry for the next month and a half). Apparently, a lot of people give up a favorite food. I dismissed this quickly. When you’ve already had to give up your favorite foods (and most food in general), and find that you actually dread having to decide what to cook because there are so many options (think celiac’s disease and not a zealous food watcher)… the idea of giving up more food just doesn’t seem right. Maybe that’s selfish but until you’ve ate a frozen dinner for dinner because nothing else in your pantry or fridge is safe… do not judge.
I asked a few friends:
Haven: "Sex because it makes me fat".
Michelle: "Drinking during the week"
Becca: "Visa"
Dad: "Sweets and Meats"
Dr. Drew: "My 07 Mercedes" (it was replaced by an 09)
Missy: "my realtor"
I was explaining the idea of Lent to a friend who got me to re-summarize what criteria people used in deciding what they gave up.
Something they enjoy.
Something (in a lot of cases) that isn’t healthy.
Something that they eat or use or experience often.
Then it hit me. I know what to give up.
I just have to figure out a way to tell him.
JK!
