i am wearing a perfume that on me, reminds me of the aftershave my opa used to wear. strange.
i survived week one of lent, 2003. somehow i feel like i deserve a t-shirt as prize. course on sunday, i indulged in a goodly amount of chocolate, pepsi and ..that's it, really. those are the two things i missed the very most.
i made cookies on saturday night and then for dessert i made this awesome brownie with m&m's (nyah, nyah) which turned out to be very rich, indeed. so in the freezer they went and we shall have some for next sunday.
now this second week will be longer and therefore i am anticipating a little more of a struggle. what i learn each time i attempt one of these sacrifices is that i am not as strong of will as i think i am. that the will is really only led by the spirit and that if the spirit is not willing, not a bloody thing will happen. for instance, i see more good in ingesting chocolate confections, caffiene laden drinks and assorted other foods whenever i feel like it rather than in practicing temperance and discipline of self.
which fucking irks me. i would think that the pros of self-discipline would be enough to sway me from pre-cog to action in one fell swoop, rather than take bloody years for my will to see the good of it all.
i finally caught an epi of changing rooms, the british decorating show that my favorite tlc program, trading spaces, is based on and i like it. a lot. though it's probably only the british accents i've grown attatched to so quickly.