I had a plate broken today. It was small, but mighty. You shall not be forgotten, little saucer.
Hello. I am Sarah. A bread babe. A cookie conquistador. A wheat warrior. A dabbler in doughnuts, a sucker for sandwiches. A pizza princess, a bagel beggar. I could go on. All this is about to change.
Tonight, as I eat a Valentine’s Day themed black and white cookie (so it’s red and white, actually) and some weird, delicious fried dough thing that my roommate brought back from an Indian restaurant, I am making a resolution. And this resolution is to give up gluten. For 40 days. As corresponds with the Lent season.
Now I have never been one for the Lenten sacrifice, but this time I’m committed. And it’s not because I am jumping on the bandwagon of one of those dieting white women fads. In fact, I got the inspiration from my dear gluten-intolerant boyfriend. It has been months now that this intolerance was discovered, and I still say “Hey, let’s get pizza tonight!” or “Want the other half of my sandwich?” or even the “Man, aren’t doughnuts just GREAT?” So this is my attempt to empathize.
This roller coaster ride will be emotionally, mentally, and physically taxing. I will probably subsist on a diet of mostly chicken and chocolate. I still probably won’t eat salad.
For anyone wondering why I’m choosing to blog about this, because it’s not entirely all that interesting, it has nothing to do with you. It is because this is the only way I’m going to hold myself accountable. 40 days is a much longer time than I am willing to think about right now. This is making me depressed. Sarah out. See you tomorrow when I have to face the consequences of this shitty thing I just did here.
Solo celebration of the end of everything I ever loved in this world
I honestly did my best to prevent this.
Mostly because it will be my duty to both handle the breakdowns and feed her.
For the record, my lenten sacrifice is that I will call my mother every day.
If you’ve ever talked to me about my mother, you know there is nothing she wants more and I want less.
This is a trying time for us all.