What Lent Means to Me: A Heart-warming Essay by Gabi Bernard
When I went to Catholic school, they would have us make pretty construction paper crosses with our goals for Lent written on them every year. The first time we did this, my second-grade self was all like, “screw this I’m gonna make shit up LOLOL.” So I put that I’d give up all food that qualifies as a dessert. But then my teacher told me I’d go to hell if I didn’t stick to it, so I got scared and actually tried.
Surprisingly enough, I succeeded. Gabi, the sugar queen, went forty-some-odd days without sweets because I figured if I ate them on Sundays, I’d fall off the wagon. It felt radical. I’ve done it every year since. You see, the period between my birthday (October 21st) and Lent (whenever Jesus says it is) is usually a nonstop eating block for me, so it feels good to cleanse myself of granulated diabetes for awhile.
But this year, I’m not doing it. Sweets are seriously the only thing stopping me from going postal right now, so it would be silly to give them up completely. Instead, I’m limiting myself to only post-dinner desserts. No cookies after-school. No donuts for breakfast. No secret M&Ms during Biology.
And maybe I’ll vow to do some exercises every night. It’s starting to get tough to pull my pants over my caboose. I don’t want to buy new pants.
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captainwiki said:
I’m now following the tag “#secret m&m’s are the best kind of m&m’s”
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