Thursday, February 22, 2007

How long until Easter?



Ah! The Lenten Season! Time to find some way to improve yourself and have meatless Fridays. Lent is the one thing that the man and I still cling to from our religious upbringings. Why we do it doesn't make any sense: we don't go to church and we do nothing else Catholic for the rest of the year. But every year when Ash Wednesday rolls around, we both plunge right in. Old habits die hard? CCD classes only succeeded in the Lent lesson? Who knows what it is. It just is.

We've both tried a variety of things to give up or take on during this time of year: give up snack foods, give up pop, stop swearing out loud, stop being angry when driving. All of these have work with a modest amount of success. (The swearing thing didn't work out for me AT ALL!)

This year we are taking a different approach. We have decided to take a walk together everyday to get more exercise. We are going to try to do a 30 minute walk a day. And it has to be a brisk walk, not a stroll. Romantic, eh? Ah, but wait- To remove all fun from the exercise, we are taking Marco along. He needs exercise too and by including him keeping at a quick pace will not be an issue. The dog does not know how to heel despite numerous obedience lessons and pulls like a train engine when he's on his leash. He zigs and zags all over the sidewalk, sniffing, peeing, sniffing, lunging, choking, peeing, and tripping us the entire time. By the time we get home, we are exhausted.

Lent is two days old and we've taken two walks. Only 5 weeks and three days to go!

3 comments:

d. chedwick bryant said...

You'll do fine, Easter is miles away, but take the long view. Did you ever see the Lent Episode of Father Ted? hysterical.

J. said...

d. chedwich bryant-- Thanks for stopping by the cafe! BBC America does not show Father Ted so I'm not familiar. But I would very much appreciate any Lenten humor!

Nance said...

Ah, still with the Guilt. I've recovered enough that I'm completely liberated, even from Lent. Tonight, for instance, I had not only meat, but two martinis (dirty) and a bar of chocolate. Such is the benefit of the Late Forties. Your time may yet come.