As you may know, Mardi Gras translates literally to "Fat Tuesday." And I feel like I have had "Fat Kid Tuesday" every day since Thanksgiving...as evidenced by my winter weight gain. Lent is always a time to challenge myself. Last year I gave up TV - which was like giving up my left arm for 2 months. The year before, I gave up dining out - which was basically social suicide. And the year before THAT, I gave up cheese - which is what I am certain it would feel like to lose your first born.
This year, I am trying to give up something equally as difficult and equally as near and dear to the core of my being. Therefore, I am giving up "being lazy" for Lent. This includes, but is not limited to, giving up watching 25+ hours of netflix/television on any given weekend, giving up refraining from working out for days on end due to hangover, and quitting my weekend pizza habit...I eat a disgusting amount of pizza almost every Friday night circa 1am. I then pay for it by lazing around on the couch for next 2 days watching nothing but Lost. So things are a'changing!
On a side note: Speaking of Lent, 40 days and 40 Nights is one of the worst movies of all time. Giving up sex for 40 Days is dumb...and deciding to date someone shortly after they give it up is dumber. And the unforgettable scene with the orgasmic Lilly still makes me barf in my mouth...I vow never to do anything as stupid as that. The only thing grosser would be giving up alcohol for 40 days. Or maybe giving up showering...maybe.
Hopefully, 40 Days of moving my ass off the couch and skipping the large pizzas will not only help me "pass" my cholesterol screening and help me better train for my half marathon on June, BUT ALSO help me prepare for a bigger & better Jello Shot Easter Egg Hunt this year.