Fat Tuesday

Laissez les bons temps rouler!  Today is Mardi Gras for everyone below the Mason Dixon line.  Kidding, I know my peeps in St. Louis celebrate the day as well.

Even though I don’t have any real plans to celebrate tonight (yet), and I have not shipped myself a king cake from the greatest bakery ever, I still am excited about what the day represents.  Who doesn’t love a holiday centered around being naughty all the day long so that you can be really good for the next forty days.   That is pretty much just a Sunday night in my book.

Everyone at work today has been talking about what to give up.  I’m not a Catholic, so I don’t technically have to give anything up.  We protestants are way too chill for that kind of nonsense.  However; I’m not from Louisiana either, so I guess I just like pretending the whole way through.

Most of my friends are giving up sugar, so that would be the easiest thing to do.  Just jump on the band wagon and all suffer together.  Someone I know is giving up meat.  God love them.  Another friend of mine is taking up going to confession.  That makes everyone giving up sugar look like complete wussies, doesn’t it?

Since I recently had to rid my life of chocolate, my second cup of coffee, and fried food, I feel like my life is already one giant Lenten sacrifice.  Ok, so that was dramatic, but you could see how I don’t really want to get rid of anything else in my life.   I have to stare down boxes of thin mints every time I go get water from the kitchen at work.  That is not easy, people.  There is really no good girl scout cookie that doesn’t contain chocolate.  Trust me, I’ve tried them all.  Multiple times just to be sure.

Thus, I’m toying with the idea of taking something up.  Maybe a bible study?  Or maybe walking my dog, or practicing yoga on a weekly basis, or maybe just maybe I can start running again?   I can tell you one thing for certain:  I’m ordering that well deserved king cake for Easter.

What will you be doing for the next forty days?