I’m exhausted.

Lent begins today.

I have already screwed it up.

The first few days of Lent are always difficult.  It’s about adjusting, relearning habits, and working around them.  Or, if you’re like me, it’s like playing The Quiet Game.  The Boy and I played that game, and I have to admit, I beat him badly.  But if you’re with someone swift, the game goes like this:

Me: Okay, so you have to be quiet.. starting.. now.

Them: You just lost.  You said “now.”

Me: Okay, starting now.

Them: You did it again.

Me: Okay, YOU start it.

Them: Starting..

….

….

Me: WHEN DOES IT START?

Them: You lost.

And so it is with Lent.  I ate my 40 days worth of chocolate last night, and was all set to begin my journey into an (albeit, sadder) chocolate-less world.  Lent is always hard for a few days, but I never just blindly forget..

Until I opened my Lunchable.  Such a childhood comfort food, such a special treat.. I even like the cheap kind, the “Cracker Stackers”.  Feed me some Ritz, some over-processed turkey, and some way-too-flimsy cheese, and I’m in heaven.  But now, versus my childhood, they include dessert.  Oreos.

Guess what’s in Oreos?

If you guessed chocolate, you’re a step ahead of Sarah.

So what do you do when you blindly ignore your Lent sacrifice?  Do you have to do laps around a church?  Or do you have to serve detention in a Bible Study?  Chug the wine?  What do you do?