Selling our house. Moving out of that house. Getting data ready for the accountant to do our taxes.
Taxes, taxes, taxes! The most complex tax year of my husband’s and my lives.
These are the things that keep me enthralled. So wrapped up in them that stay-at-home-travel has fallen by the wayside.
More directly put, I’ve hardly blogged lately because of all this stress.
But back-seating this blog hasn’t been my only problem. I stress, therefore I eat.
Instead of making time to shop for fruits and veggies, instead of cutting and slicing and cooking tasty, healthful meals, I’ve been grabbing. Cookies, crackers, ice cream, chocolate candy–whatever happens to be around at the time.
Last December, between Christmas and New Year’s, I started Weight Watchers, planning to ease myself in just before the New Year, to be one step ahead of all the poor schmoes who sign up after January 1st. WW is a fabulous program, recently updated to make it quite pleasant a way to lose weight. So pleasant, in fact, that in little more than a month, I’d lost seven pounds.
Then, it happened. My internet went down. Not only down, but for several days. Without the net, I couldn’t use Weight Watchers’ “e-tools,” a feature I’d grown to love.
Not having e-tools really got me down.
To escape this horror, I ate with gay abandon–and my reckless eating shows. Seconds on the lips, forever on the hips. This old saw recounts the story of my life.
Yet, help is coming. Ash Wednesday to the rescue!
But Fat Tuesday claims the day before.
New Orleans, Venice, Marseilles, Rio,
all celebrate Fat Tuesday in similar ways. Carnival, Mardi Gras, Shrove Tuesday, Carnevale–throughout the Western world, revellers stuff their stomachs. They dance and drink themselves into oblivion on this last day before the beginning of Lent.
Even as I type words into this blog, my daughter revels in New Orleans, celebrating Mardi Gras with her good friends.
Hot off the press, since I posted this–Better pictures just e-mailed in by my daughter!
Starting on Ash Wednesday, the Christian tradition’s first day of Lent, faithful people look inward with an eye toward change. Though the practice seems to be have faded in recent years, some people give up things they enjoy. For example, when I was a child, my friends and I gave up candy for the six weeks of Lent. (Or, at least, we tried to stay away from candy for that long!)
Now that the throes collecting data for our taxes is in the past, I’m going to take advantage of Ash Wednesday. Instead of a gloomsday, Wednesday will be my day for beneficial change.
On Wednesday morning, I’ll take myself to a Weight Watchers meeting. Then, I’ll grocery shop. Later, I’ll take a walk. Around 6 p.m., I’ll begin to transform my purchases into hubby’s and my nutritious evening meal. And at the end of the day, I’ll log these healthy activities into e-tools. If my internet goes awry, I’ll just jot things down on a piece of paper and high-tail it over to the library next day. E-tools will work as well on their computers as on mine.
Sound like a plan? I see you right there, nodding in agreement.
Yes, I’m more than ready to get back on track. Ready for the healthy discipline of Lent.
Even so, I’ve gotta go now. The grocery store check-out guy waits with bated breath, a quart of Hagen Daz in his hot little hand. Flavor? Coffee. (Luscious, of course.)
Maybe I’ll add something to that ice cream–something more spiritual. A candle, perhaps. I mean, add a candle, and the treat becomes holy. The more holiness the better, don’t you think? Which to my way of thinking means two desserts are better than one.
After all, if not for me, who will keep the fat going this Tuesday?