MONDAY MEMORIES #1
With Lent approaching (Ash Wednesday is this week although I always know Lent is coming by when Mardi Gras is) I thought I'd share my memory of When I Gave Up Chocolate for Lent.
Recall that TWO of my posts last week were about chocolate so you know I'm seriously addicted. I luuuuuuuuurve it lots.
Anyhoo, I had this great idea I was going to give up chocolate for Lent - my biggest sacrifice ever. God was going to be SO proud. I think giving up meat for the rest of my life (instead of just Fridays during Lent) would have been easier. But oh no, I was determined. My husband, who was my fiance at the time and therefore willing to go along with all my stupid ideas, agreed to also give up chocolate. He doesn't worship at the House of Chocolate like I do, but he definitely has a sweet tooth so this would be a sacrifice for him too, although a lesser one let me note in case God is reading my blog today.
Let me just sum up the experience - excruciating. You never know how badly you need, want, must have, cannot live without something until you are denied it. I decided things would go easier if I had something to look forward to. So, I went online and found all the most expensive, decadent chocolate I could - I was ordering from Belgium, Italy and Switzerland without a thought to the horror that would show up on my credit card when all those liras were converted to dollars.
Pounds and pounds of lovely chocolate arrived on my doorstep shortly before Easter (the official end of Lent for those of you who may not know). Everyday I looked at it longingly. My fiance and I talked about eating it every night when we came home from work, but we remained strong. Until the Saturday night before Easter Sunday. All it took was my fiance saying that it was "close enough" to Easter. We tore into those boxes, wrappers flying and started stuffing our faces - milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate with caramels, creams, liquor centers - oh joy! It went something like this: "Did you try the Hazelnut truffle with a caramel center and dark chocolate sprinkles" I asked? "Oh yes," my fiance answered and asked, "Do we have any of the Raspberry White Chocolate thingies left?"
Oh, the guilt. Let me tell you, there is NOTHING like Catholic guilt. Any Catholics out there can no doubt relate. I had failed and I regretted it deeply. But damn did that chocolate taste good! I have to confess after that Lent 6 years ago, I have never given up something so near and dear to me again in fear I would fail so spectacularly as I did with the Chocolate Incident. Instead, I try to DO something rather than give up something. This year I'm resolving to be more patient (at least during Lent, can't predict what might happen the Saturday before Easter Sunday). I'll let ya know how that goes...
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