Lent.

Last year, for Lent, I gave up bread products. I am doing it again this year with an addition - pasta.

But, I am nothing if not an over analyzer and after issues with defining bread last year, I decided to be very specific this year.

So. For the next 40 days and 40 nights I will not be eating:
Sandwich or sub bread
Rolls
Biscuits
Garlic bread or bread sticks
Crackers
Spaghetti or any form of regular pasta
Ravioli

Things that are borderline but allowed:
Wheat wraps or corn quesadillas
Corn based bread like products (I need something other than meat for breakfast! Corn cakes, go!)

I guess what I'm trying to give up is white flour based items. I'm sad about not being able to nom the rest of the perogies that are in my freezer.

But alas.

I'm also adding in a plank a day to my day to day activities and got a friend in on the action.

I'm feeling good about this. Scared, but good.

No Bread? Only SLIGHTLY problematic ...

So I'm a little over a week in to Lent and my sacrifice of bread.

I've been swamped, thankfully, and haven't had as much time to dwell on the cravings for warm Italian bread and tasty biscuits. But it's difficult... I just want to not think and get a sandwich or reach for the bread basket.

Physically it's been easier than I expected. The physical cravings are minimal. The emotional? A completely different story.

A rough day at work? I can't go home and as I look at dinner I feel incomplete without crackers in my soup or bread with my pasta or croutons on my salad. I don't need those things but it's part of how I think of a complete meal. It's how I think of bonding with those I love.

All of my comfort food meals are generally accompanied by a bread product.

So, where is a bread addict to find her comfort?

In her friends, in Zumba, in my workouts. It's not as yummy in my tummy but I'm coping.

36 days to go.