Last night, I devoured an entire bowl of spaghetti with seafood drenched in garlic oil for my brother-in-laws birthday dinner and I must admit- I felt undeniably content yet obscenely bloated. It finally occurred to me that this was the kind of self denial I'd seen posted all over Facebook earlier in the day. I saw everything from giving up on chocolate to refuting negative self talk and decided, "How bad could it be?" As usual, I was fashionably late for the start of the Lenten season but clearly willing, or at least, thinking about making the sacrifice. So, I sat at my desk and devised a short list of things I simply can't do without. In no particular order since they all rank the same, my list looked like this: coffee, vodka, Bravo TV, and pasta. There was a time in my 20's when cutting carbs would've been the equivalent to nixing caffeine and alcohol in my mid 30's but that's just ridiculous! So, I officially bid adieu to the likes of penne and ziti...today, on day 39.
Evidently, I'm no angel. You know, being late for Lent and all. But, I did owe it to myself to delve a little deeper into the benefits of self denial. Obviously, a month without pasta would flaunt the effects of less belly bulging and visible cellulite- but I wondered...how and when would I begin to see the spiritual repercussions? This fast/sacrifice/temporary loss of sanity wasn't just about being pleasantly surprised when I stepped on the scale, right? Wasn't this about giving back and letting go of what we over indulge in? If that's the case- then along with heaping plates of linguini, I'm throwing in excuse making and procrastination and having them all take a nice, long hike. Well, at least one that lasts 39 days, that is. And you- what are you giving up? Do tell...
this post is dedicated to our kuya Romey! Happy forty...ooops, I meant thirty something!!! Aloha.
No comments:
Post a Comment