As you probably know, we are currently in the middle of the Lenten Fast season — those 40+ days between Ash Wednesday and Easter Sunday when Christians give up something and replace it with God/prayer. I guess you’re not supposed to tell people what you’re fasting from because it’s a personal thing between you and God, but for the sake of journalistic integrity, I will divulge one of those things for me: chocolate.
Sure, it might not seem like a big deal, but the longer this goes, the more I realize that I have a real problem. The thought of eating chocolate must cross my mind at least four times a day. I should take those times and pray, turn my focus to God. But instead I find myself trying to come up with creative alternatives for snacking. I have some Golden Oreos in my desk drawer and a box of Oatmeal Cream Pies in the kitchen cabinet. Something tells me I’m not doing this right.
It gets worse.
Earlier this week, I had a potentially stressful lunch date, and we decided to eat at Potbelly. As the employee approached to take our orders, I didn’t even think twice. “Meatball on white, and a CHOCOLATE milkshake.” It just came out of my mouth, just like that.
And here we are. There are 36 days left until Easter, and I’m more determined than ever. I have the most decadent chocolate dessert all planned out for that Sunday, but until then it looks like I’m going to be needing God more than I thought.
Oh yeah, and that lunch wasn’t stressful at all.