Journey Through Lent (Part 2)

Well, I suppose it's no accident that I'm writing this on St. Patrick's Day. Maybe Chris' biggest test of will so far. He's been getting quite sleepy lately, because of the lack of iron and protein. It's only been 2 weeks, and he looks like Robert Downie Jr., just before rehab (with the dark purple circles,and emaciated face). He's already lost over 10 lbs.

I've been trying to trick him into eating meat (mainly, just for something to do); it's not hard, because he keeps forgetting he's fasting, even though he hasn't fully slipped up so far. He's had both meat and alcohol in his mouth, but remembered that he was fasting before he swallowed. Every time I try and trick him, he calls me "Eve" (as in "Adam and"), but I think he quite misunderstands that story...I think I'd be closer to Satan, or even a Judas (from another biblical story); but I can't debate with a man who can no longer stay awake past 8 p.m.

He still doesn't fully understand the rules of fasting, or basic food ingredients. Last night, as he was on his second helping of a spinach quiche, he explained to me how difficult it was to not be able to eat eggs. I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was currently eating a pie made almost entirely out of eggs, and he had been eating primarily eggs for the past two weeks...as in, there's no such thing as "egg-free" scrambled eggs

Anywho, I've got to go pick the pepperoni off a pizza, before Chris gets home!


xoxox,

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