Last week my older two boys went to the Methodist Ash Wednesday service. I was glad they went although my 18-year-old, who sat through the Catholic version at school, told me the services were almost identical.
It was another lesson about being a part of the church on days other than Sunday, seeing how your religious belief can be a part of everyday life. Since I stayed back to be with the younger children, I decided that I needed to work on a special Lenten sacrifice. I decided to only eat one piece or serving of chocolate per day.
What was I thinking?!?
I love chocolate. If possible I would –and do- eat several pieces a day. When I stop at the Shell station and they are having a two Hershey chocolates for $1.49, I get them. If I am lucky one is in my purse the next day. Most days, I am not lucky.
If I could avoid the sinus headache, I would drink chocolate milk. During my last pregnancy, the doctors were very concerned about my blood sugar numbers. But I was finding the chocolate restriction nearly unbearable.
In order to have chocolate in my diet, I was looking for the smallest serving size possible. Then I would load up on protein to make the sugar breakdown in the safest manner possible. I was willing to figure out my diet to avoid getting a daily insulin shot but still have my chocolate.
I am insane to think I can last the next five weeks with only one piece of chocolate when there are three boxes of thin mints in my freezer. Can I make it thorough?
I am not sure.
The first challenge came on Thursday when I realized that the Little Debbie’s Swiss Rolls I had just bought was going to be the only bit of chocolate for that day. And it was 10:00 in the morning.
The next day I had a single Fannie May Pixie. A single Pixie is a delight that should be followed by another to prolong the joy. But I didn’t. I left it at one piece.
So far so good.
I have managed to stick to my rule of one piece or serving per day. On Sunday I had a hot fudge brownie parfait. Today, I kept it to one Dove™ Promise square. If I can keep this up, perhaps by Easter I can finally hit the next dress size down from where I am at now.
Let’s be honest, Jesus gave up so much more for us puny humans so that we could have eternal life. Giving up chocolate is the least I can do and I think I can make it to Easter if I really try hard enough. Being that I am an example to my kids, I want to make it all the way through. That is just one way of showing your faith, everyday, to your kids.
Karyn Bowman lives in Kankakee County with her outdoor writer husband and four children. Become friends with Karyn on Facebook.