55 Goldfish
On January 1, 2019 I made a whispered, heard only by me, vow.
This is the year.
THIS is the year.
Yep.
This is the year I begin my quest to healthy eating.
I mean real, all the time, not just once in awhile healthy eating.
No more overabundance of anything.
I will learn the art of portion control
& I will portion control from now until eternity.
I PROMISE.
Exactly 65 days into this brand new year and I am happy to report, I lied.
rats
but lucky for me, that change my ways time of year will arrive today
& just like that, Lent. My trusty, hasn’t failed me yet, old friend Lent.
Call it growing up Catholic, call it whatever you’d like but, Lent does something to my brain that no other force has ever, ever done.
Like a light switch suddenly turned off.
Boom.
It’s Lent.
I can’t.
I won’t.
Best. Diet. Ever. if you ask me.
Yep.
I am hunkered in for a solid 40 days and 40 nights
uh huh
and dare I say it will be a piece o cake ??
Oooooooo Yeahhhhhhhh.
I know I can do this.
I know I will do this.
Because it’s Lent, don’t know why it controls my brain like it does but, it does and it most definitely works for me, Lent.
So bon voyage, unaccountability !! I shall be strictly observing serving sizes from THIS DAY FORWARD
or
ummmm
errrr
at least until Easter.
🙂