Lent is a Catholic thing, and while our family would always go to the Anglican Church supper on Pancake Tuesday, Presbyterians, at least the ones I know, do not go for that sacrifice business during the 40 days between Shrove Tuesday and Good Friday. Too... papist? I don't know. We just didn't do it.
This year, though, I've decided to give up something for the next six weeks in the hope of breaking a bad habit that no longer works for me.
You see, I have a... thing... for potato chips.
I eat chips pretty much every day, at about fifty grams a serving, and usually two servings if there happen to be any of the devilishly delicious salty savoury treats in the pantry. It's a problem. And yes, I weighed my average pour from the shiny tempting bag.
What's even worse is that as far as I'm concerned, the crappy, greasy buck-a-bag storebrand chips are just as tempting as the boutique Sea Salt and Malt Vinegar variety (uh-oh, I'm salivating just thinking about Miss Vickies). I've been known to plow through a big, big bag of Sour Cream and Onion on the drive home from Costco. If they're in the house or near me in any way, I'm eating them, and things have simply gotten out of hand. I need to regain control. I'm pretty sure it's not healthy to eat that much junk nearly every day. It's good for neither my arteries nor my arse.
So, even though I'm not a believer, I'm using Lent to break my chip crutch. No S&V, no ketchup, no BBQ, no Sour Cream and Onion; none of it until Good Friday. (or is it Easter Sunday? I'll have to check the rules...) Maybe by then, the love will have died. Maybe I'll be over them. I'll just have to have faith.