Lenten Success

I know that I cannot possibly be the only person who is Catholic.  And I am also sure that I cannot possibly be the only one who is an epic fail at keeping my Lenten vows.

I have come to the conculsion that I need to set an alarm on my phone, for every three hours, if I even want hope of remembering Lent. 

My favorite instance of failure took place yesterday.  I awoke pretty early, around 10:30ish, and trotted off to the HUB (big place with food, study areas, annoying people handing out flyers, etc)- and after about an hour of being there I decided that I was very hungry and that nothing could satisfy me quite like Panda (QUALITY Chinese Fast Food).  So I met up with a friend, and got Orange Chicken and a rice bowl.  After eating that, my friend decided that he REALLY wanted a Wendy's Frosty.  Being the caring soul that I am- I could not deny him his greatest desire.  So we hopped in the car and we drove to Wendy's.  On my way there I realized that I gave up chocolate for Lent, so decided that I had to be a good Catholic and get a Vanilla Frosty.  When we pulled up to the drive through window I decided that I also wanted a Junior Bacon Cheeseburger (yeah I'm the epitome of healthy).  So I got my burger and my Vanilla frosty and began enjoying my food.  I ate the burger, and started on the Frosty.  I had never had a Vanilla Frosty before, so I was pretty apprehensive.  To my surprise- I liked it.  I liked it a lot.  As I was congratulating myself for following Lent and not getting the chocolate it dawned on me:  It was Friday. 

I may have eaten Chicken, Beef, AND Bacon, but have no fear ladies and gentleman, I got the VANILLA Frosty.

Additionally- I just ordered a dozen Insomnia Cookies, and yes, about half of them were chocolate.

Catholic and experiencing similair Lenten failure issues?
Here is what you do:
Change your faith. 

Preferably not to Judiasm.  I have no religious qualms with Judiasm- but I feel that the Jews have a lot more eating rules than the Catholics and their rules are year long, not just for the forty days leading up to Easter.
Become a Protestant, or an Atheist, I hear that they have little to no regulations on what it is they eat. 


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