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  • Sunday, March 11, 2007
    The Bad Catholic
    When I was itty-bitty, I was Russian Orthodox. Then I went to no-man's land for a large part of my elementary years, and in high school, my family went born again. I maintained that, with quite a few backslides (I believe that's the term that they use in those worlds), through my early marriage days, abandoning it completely by the time E was three.

    Never, not once, not ever ever ever, was I a Catholic. Hell, when I was a fundy-girl, I was taught (and therefore believed) that Catholicism was a cult. What with their idolatry and so forth.

    Why, oh why, then, did I decide to partake in Lent? I mean, seriously. WHAT was I thinking?

    Yeah, yeah. It's good to see if I have self-control. Do a little self-check to be sure that the fact that I enjoy a glass of wine or two up to 5 days a week isn't actually a problem. But for 6 weeks? I mean, jeez. I feel more than satisfied that I have the requisite self-control. 6 weeks is just dumb.

    I had considered - pre-Lent - trying a "diet" that a friend was doing which included cutting out alcohol for 4 weeks, in search of weight loss. And then Beloved came up with his Lent idea, and I thought, "eh, it all works together okay." (by the way - despite the fact that I am exercising again, that I have been eating healthy -- no effect on the weight loss has been realized.)

    But poo! We had yummy food last night that would have gone GREAT with a pinot noir. GREAT, I tell you. And those Greek smells coming from the kitchen? mmmmmm.

    I feel done. St. Patrick's Day will be my 1 month (ignoring the book group blip), and that's when I'm done with this stupidity.

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