Ugh. No Carbs.
Forty Days. No Carbs. Double Ugh.
No chocolate, waffles, bread, ice cream, bagels, scones, muffins…
Sorry, I need to stop writing that list because I’m getting hungry.
When I was younger I thought the idea of a Lenten Discipline where you “give up” something was a little bit strange and seemed very legalistic. Now that I’ve been married to Nature Boy and observing Lent in our church, I get it.
No, I get it. Really.
For forty days I sacrifice something I want (carbs) in order to focus my attentions on something I need (self control).
This is the third year I’ve done the No Carb route and so I know how the pattern will play out.
The first week I’m ravenous and the mere thought of a food will make me squirm (not to mention listing them out on a darn blog post.)
After the first ten days the sugar cravings will subside and I’ll start seeing nice changes. My afternoons won’t be so cranky. My clothes will fit a little bit better. My love for veggies will surge.
After three weeks I realize that the discipline related to my appetite will start to spill over into other areas – exercise, reading, prayer life – all benefit from my new found confidence of self-control.
By the end of Lent, I’m ready to conquer the world.
Sadly, I haven’t figured out a way to maintain those disciplines through the entire year (hence my need to come back to Lent repeating the No Carb pilgrimage for the third time!) but it’s worth it for at least a short season to see the benefits of self control and how it makes me better.
Lent — No Carbs — Forty Days — I’m in.
One important disclaimer: We have designated Sunday as our Feast Day, so we indulge in Pizza on Sunday nights. Amazing how good that slice tastes when it’s part of a Feast! Turkish Delight has nothing on it.