A Fast Decision

I’ve given up all sorts of stuff for Lent. Alcohol, chocolate, soft drinks, fast food and one year I even gave up sex. Giving up sex was relatively easy since I was single and not seeing anyone, but let me tell you… if you are single and looking, give up sex for lent and see what happens. Suddenly men will start crawling out of the woodwork. Give up chocolate and you’ll be faced with a Speedway buffet of nothing but delicious chocolate delicacies. Give up fast food and find that you have to starve until you get home to make a sandwich.
There’s no need to remind me that I’m not Catholic, but I really like the idea of sacrifice for spirituality. And if I’m going to give something up, what better time than when everyone else is doing it too? You know, just to be part of the “in crowd”, (since I’m so into that sort of thing).
This year I debated what the sacrifice should be. I considered sugar, which is in everything. I thought about high fructose corn syrup. I thought about fast food. But in the end, I settled on giving up cheese. You read that right. Cheese. Even Jorma, doubted my ability to stop with the cheese lovin’, since he lives with me and knows it’s my main staple. In fact, I think he might have used the words, “No. Way.” Is that a challenge?
So far it’s been over a week and I’m doing quite well. It does make me stop and think before I put anything into my mouth because I have to take that momentary pause to ask myself if it has cheese in it. I also didn’t realize how often I grab a pinch of cheese while cooking dinner and pop it into my mouth or how often I finish the pimento cheese sandwich that the kids didn’t eat. It’s a reflex that’s probably costing me a whole lot of calories each day, not to mention the fat grams. I have discovered though, that there are foods that I’ve never eaten without cheese. Turkey Reuben, Turkey Sandwich, Pasta Primavera, Spaghetti. All taste pretty good with out the cheese. I was disappointed to find that the croutons I usually put on our salads have cheese in them and had to pick them off and move them to the kids’ plates. And do you know? That cheese-free salad wasn’t bad at all.
All I know is I can’t wait until after Easter. There is fondue waiting for me.