I'm really upset right now. And I don't know what else to do but blog. I almost want to cry. One of my best friends says I'm not taking Lent that seriously. And it makes me want to scream. You either cheat or you don't, and I have not fucking cheated. The fucking end. How the fuck am I not taking Lent seriously?

I feel I have changed drastically since Lent started. I jogged a mile without walking for the first time in my life...2 days in a row! I plan to make it 3 days in a row tonight. I'm absolutely positive that my willpower and determination when jogging that mile has to do with my strength in sticking to vegetarianism.

To be fair, this is what my best friend was referring to: my cousin's birthday party was last Saturday and I was starving. ALL the warm food had meat in it except corn on the cob. Pork fried rice, chicken chow mein, shrimp pasta. So I picked out all the meat and gave it to David. For my lent, I didn't want to eat food with meat in it (even chicken broth), but it wasn't a steadfast rule. It was more of a personal choice when I go grocery shopping or order at a restaurant. I know a real vegetarian would have just eaten the corn on the cob. But I'm not claiming to be a vegetarian, I fully admit that I will eat meat again. My best friend might also be referring to the "veggie omelette" I ordered at Norm's that somehow ended up with bacon and sausage in it. That was so not my fault and not even worth mentioning here.

Okay, I've calmed down now. To be even more fair, I don't think I've talked to this friend about how Lent has changed me and how serious I am about it. Now I will.