I’m a horrible Catholic. Maybe not horrible, but after having it shoved down my throat for nine years, I’m kinda ‘meh’ about it. Never got confirmed, haven’t been to confession in like three years, hardly ever go to church, and the list goes on. Of course, in my mother’s eyes, WHO was a nun in Colombia for almost a year (obviously that didn’t work out too well, bahah), I’m probably going to hell. I do make the effort to ask her every Sunday- on my way to work and on her way to church-to let the Big Man know I said “What up!”.
For some reason this year, though, I was well aware when lent began and not just because of Phat Tuesday! I thought about things that I could give up and ten days after it started, I finally came to a conclusion. Some people give up desserts, others cursing or for the boozers of the world, alcohol. My drug? Bread, carbs and pastries. Ahhh, so yummy!
But after I talked to my brother and kind of remember stuff from health class, that our body does need “complex carbs”- which I’ll be eating especially since I’ve made the conscious effort to get back to the gym and by more physically active since I’ve stopped playing lacrosse.
An apple a day...
So, here’s the first apple I started my late lent with. It only took me three different stops and stores on the UCF campus to find and of course it’s in the same store and Mrs. Fields Cookies and a Greek Wrap place.
Guava. In a pastry. Heaven.
I really do enjoy the feeling of making myself aware of what I’m eating, though, and trying to eat healthier. Looking forward to how well this goes!
sbp
