Yep. I'm going for it! Not for religious reasons, though. This is personal. Lent is only the vehicle; the opportunity.
My body is not happy. When I turned 28, this flesh-and-bone temple of mine informed me, by way of an increasingly-expanding gut, that the party was over. The hummingbird metabolism that I enjoyed--no, luxuriated in--throughout my youth slowed dramatically, determined to give tortoises a run for their money. I took note of the warning, but made few, if any, changes in my diet, drinking, or lifestyle. By the time I hit 30, and definitely by 32, "Dad bod" was in full effect!.
This year I will turn 38 years old. Just like a decade ago, my body is giving me clear signs of slowing down even more, if not straight-up deterioration. I ache in places I never paid much attention; where I once felt light and full of energy, I now, most days, feel heavy and sluggish; and I can't remember the last time I slept through the night without having to get up and pee. I'm low-key nervous about my annual doctor's physical next week.
Clearly, it's time for change. Like, REAL CHANGE!
My eating and drinking are out of control! A burger an hour before bed? Sure. A bottle of wine during "Scandal" and "How To Get Away With Murder?" Why the hell not. And don't even get me started on the SNACKS-ON-SNACKS-ON-SNACKS that have become my weekend norm. And do you think there is any exercise in my routine? Girl, bye!
So, yes, I'm taking this year's Lenten season to reel in my destructive drinking and eating habits, and replace them with better lifestyle choices. Fruits; Veggies; LOTS of Water; and PLENTY of exercise! My body depends on it. And, if I'm being honest, so does my life.
Here's to a successful Lent to ALL of us in the struggle for the next 40 days. We can do this! :)