Lent -- A Re-examination: My God! My God! Why Have You Forsaken Me?!

I'm tired. I'm hungry. I'm working my butt off. I had anything and everything I wanted yesterday -- and too much of it, I might add. Ice cream, chicken-salad pita pockets with cheese (mmm... cheese), homemade pizza with Canadian bacon and linguica sausage (and oh yeah, cheeeeeeese)...

I think the idea of a reprieve in the Lenten sacrificial system is a good idea -- in theory. Each Sunday is a celebration of the Resurrection and we should, well, celebrate. But Monday hurts. You've deprived yourself and then over-rewarded. Then you're suddenly jolted back to deprivation. I think I've gained greater insight into how bulimics feel.

This is the third post-Sunday let down I've had since Ash Wednesday. I want my Mommy!

No! I want a SHREDDED CHICKEN SOFT TACO WITH PEPPER JACK CHEESE AND SPICY SAUCE, REFRIED BEANS, SPANISH RICE, AND THE BIGGEST FISH BOWL MARGARITA ON EARTH!

RIGHT.
NOW .

I think I'm going to cry. I really, really think I'm going to cry. I've exercised for 87 minutes today, and I have a walk scheduled before dinner to burn off the rest of the banana split from yesterday's gorge fest.

Dear, sweet, awesome God. I love You and I'm sticking to my commitment, but WOW this is hard.

I'm thinking come next Celebration-of-the-Resurrection Sunday, I'm gonna' take it back a couple notches and see if Monday isn't quite so dreadful.

Exhale.

Jesus is the Mack Daddy. I'm barely surviving self-imposed Lenten veganism. The Cross? No way.

Hallelujah.