I’m giving up sugar for lent. No soda. No cake. No chocolate. No peanut butter M&M’s.
I didn’t have a fat Tuesday and I’m glad. I think it’d be harder to quit if I’d had an all out sugar coma the day before going cold turkey. In the past I never observed lent, but ever since marrying my catholic husband I’ve stopped eating meat certain Fridays. I love the concept of fasting. Praying when you feel a craving. A public declaration of faith. The world has too few of those now-a-days. This is a huge one for me.
I’m pretty sure I’m addicted to sugar. I know that’s a big word, addiction. Everyday after lunch I get the itch. The sugar itch. Must. Have. Something. Sweet. Not no more. I’m not going to let a substance control me. It’s going to be hard. I’m no fool. But that’s why God gave us prayer. (Also, distractions. Thank you Google Reader.) So, I’ll let you know how it’s going. How I’m feeling (watch out for a few whining posts). The improvements in my health since giving it up. I’m looking forward to being a healthier, stronger Nikki.
Thanks for sharing this with me.