Lenting My Frustration: The Reunion
It’s over. You can finally get back to normal.
Usually Easter is a fairly uneventful holiday. Nothing really rests on the Sunday other than a nice bit of chocolate and a rather tame roast dinner. But this year was different.
Easter Saturday felt like Christmas Eve. Tomorrow I could have Diet Coke once more. I was beyond excited. I didn’t sleep much and when I did my dreams were filled with bunnies showering me in the delicious beverage.
I actually waited a fair amount of time before I cracked open a can, not brushing my teeth with it like one friend suggested. To be honest, some anxiety was building; what if I didn’t like it any more? What if the time apart catalysed some kind of anaphylactic shock? Or worse, what if it was a complete anticlimax?
As if. The reunion was as joyous as my dreams expected. I actually let out a quite embarrassing moan of relief that caused a few elderly relatives to stare.
I drank 5 cans over Easter Sunday, an impressive number. No side effects as of yet other that the restoration of harmony and everything in the world seeming right again.
So what have I learnt?
1. NEVER underestimate your personal vice; though mine is fairly specific, I didn’t realise how much it was part of my daily routine.
2. LENT is fucking long.
3. WILLPOWER is easier to control than you think. I might try something less specific next year to test it even further!
4. PEPSI is no substitute for Diet Coke,
I hope you have enjoyed my diary and that it might inspire to kick one of your bad habits for a few weeks. Not saying I won’t return to my bad habit (I totally will) but it gave you all a laugh.