I feel like such a failure.
I know that sounds pretty harsh, but it's true. I made a commitment to fast during the 6 weeks of Lent starting every Tuesday at sundown until Wednesday at sundown and then break the fast on Wednesday nights with a community dinner with others that are fasting during this special time. My first of six sundown-to-sundown fasts started tonight, which I was eagerly awaiting since I have never committed to fast ever in my life.
Well . . . it was supposed to start tonight.
It hit me like a punch in the gut on the way home from work about 8:30. I was starving you guy's, s-t-a-r-v-i-n-g ! ! ! I came home and paced the floor having this internal conflict; do I give into my carnal desires or do the right thing for once and strive for discipline ? I rather quickly gave in for some damn good chicken and a pint of sweet Guinness.
Oh Lord, have mercy on my wretched soul for I am so weak and gluttonous.
I guess there is always next year.