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Woe-is-me Wednesday....

Lent.

I am not Catholic, my husband, however, is.

I have never "observed" Lent, though this year I am....why?

Something to do with supporting my significant other and something to do with the discipline that I know it must take to achieve.

This year, for health  reasons, my husband has opted to give up cigarettes and extraneous sugar--- I told him I would match his Lenten Vows. Cigarettes are easy, as I don't smoke, but the extraneous sugar??? that's a whole other kettle of fish....

We aren't giving up sugar in its entirety, just the extra and unnecessary sugars like candy, cakes, donuts....and because diet sodas taste like shite, I'm giving up cokes as well----
We aren't going to fuss about the sugar that's in trace or small amounts, like bread, pasta, fruits, etc....just the food/drink items that are mostly made of sugar and nothing else.

Well, Day 1 and I already realize just how little attention I've been paying to what I consume. I left the house this morning without my normal 2- 20oz mountain dews and by mid-morning I was trembling. I hadn't factored in the normal "energy" I was getting from these 2 drinks....when they were replaced with flavored, but sugar-free water, and no other food was ingested, my body suddenly decided it didn't like me anymore...
Note to self--- have some sort of snack handy to stave off the drop in blood sugar---- ugh! I am not used to that....
Fortunately, I didn't have as large a caffeine withdrawal as I expected, but I may hit that hurdle tomorrow....

So much for the minus of Lent....now, if I could just figure out what I could add so that this Lent could be productive as well.....hmmmm

Day 1:
cokes consumed: 0
sugar consumed: bread

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