February 24th, 2009

food

I no can haz cheezburger.

It's that time of year again: Fat Tuesday, marking the last big occasion of self-indulgence before the beginning of Lent.

I'm not Catholic, but I've found in the past that Giving Stuff Up For Lent is a good way to push myself into establishing better habits, at least for a while.

I've let my eating habits go to Helena Handbasket over the last year or so, and it's time to get them back on track. The single thing I've found that improves my diet immensely is to Just Say No to Beef and Dairy: that, all by itself, eliminates the worst of the fast food out there.

So, for the next 40 days:
  • No beef. Exception: beef liver, because we have some in the freezer.
  • No dairy products beyond yogurt and "incidental cheese" (a little grated Parmesan on a salad or pasta, for instance).
  • Nothing deep-fried.

Time to crank up the salads, the salmon burgers, the peanut butter sandwiches, and the fruit-and-soy-milk smoothies.

The nice thing is that I like the salads, the salmon burgers, the peanut butter sandwiches, and the fruit-and-soy-milk smoothies; I just need to fall back in the habit of eating them regularly.

facepalm

And now, a Mardis Gras tale.

He was Catholic, she was Protestant, but they were young and in love and it didn't matter.

They planned their wedding around a Mardi Gras honeymoon.

Married on Friday, they spent the weekend in a New Orleans hotel, far too busy with each other to see the sights.

Tuesday night was the Mardi Gras parade, and they had a wonderful time.

Wednesday morning, she pulled him toward her, but he pulled away, and said, "Darling, I'm sorry, but it's Lent."

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