I did lots of research about what foods we could and could not eat before Ash Wednesday arrived.
I just didn't buy them.
I was a little busy. You know, writing sermons, preparing for Ash Wednesday, being trapped in the house while hell froze over and oozed it's nastiness on Atlanta.
So, Ash Wednesday mornings rolls around and we don't know what we are going to eat for breakfast.
Start singing "Panic" by The Smiths right now.
sing alone here
I made scrambled eggs. Jim made homemade bread. We lived. I went to Whole Foods.
I planned all of the dinners beforehand, but the other meals were a slight oversight.
It happens.
A couple of trips to Whole Foods and we are okay. No we don't need to only eat food only from Whole Foods, but it is far easier to find food without sugar there. And when you ask the staff questions about foods without added sugar, they don't look at you like you have a second head growing out of your shoulder... like this dude.
We ate out last night and since it was a place we eat at every week, they already knew we were kind of special and didn't mind our questions about the ingredients. I didn't just have to eat salad. All good news.
It has quickly become part of our lives. Hannah seems to struggle the most (but she can speak to that herself). Carter and Jim just eat what you put in front of them, thankful they didn't have to prepare it. I keep cooking. They keep eating.
So, in case you were worried... we are not starving.
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