For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been following a low carb eating plan. It just so happens that the start of this new lifestyle coincided with Lent.
Mind you, I didn’t plan it this way–it’s just way it worked out. And I don’t feel like I’ve really given anything up (except, well, pasta, bread, rice, potatoes–anything starchy or “carby”). Regular soda was really the big one for me: I gave that stuff up, and… substituted diet.
And that seems to be the way eating low carb works: it’s all about substituting foods I can’t have with ones I can. I’m having pretty much all the meat, salad, and green veggies I want. I supplement with vitamins, and I exercise.
Did I mention that I hate exercising? I mean I’d much rather read a book, or watch Castle on T.V., than exercise. If there’s been any sacrificial component to my Lent, it’s been this: the exercise. We have 22 flights of stairs at work, and I walk up them 3 times per day. (Did you know that one can do so in seven minutes? I didn’t either–until I tried. So that’s about 20-21 minutes of cardio five days per week).
All of which is perhaps my rambling way to get this point: maybe sometimes Lent isn’t so much about what one gives up, but about what one adds in? We can sacrifice by adding something into our lives just as much as we can by taking something out. As long as it’s the right thing.
(By the way, according to Wii Fit, I’ve lost 14.1 lbs thus far. Is that boasting?)