Well, I did not do the whole Ash Wednesday, cross-on-your-forehead thing. That is just because I am not Catholic, and I didn’t think it was probably right to randomly make a cross on my head with just any old ashes. I had an imaginary cross.

I also had a major hangover. I don’t drink- gave that up 11 years ago. I am talking about from the sugar, fat and gluten bender I went on Fat Tuesday. Actually, scratch that. I have sort of been on a bender since Thanksgiving. I don’t know how it happened. It just did.

Anyway, as much as I want to pretend that these people who go on and on about how sugar is bad for everything from your psyche to your joints, are just some crazed health freaks, out to spoil everyone’s fun- they are kind of right. Seriously.

I could not even make my Day One journal entry last night because I went into delirium tremens and slipped into a sweaty night coma. Okay, well, that did not happen. I did, however, crash completely out the moment my head hit the pillow.

I was tired all day yesterday. I was off my square for sure. I was tempted to hit the vending machine at work and mainline some Skittles, but then I thought about Jesus. I did say I was going to eat clean to get closer to God.

Making that kind of promise is on a par with promising something to your Gramma- you don’t break those kind of promises. You just don’t. I know some people might be offended that I am comparing my Gramma to God. I am certain God gets it- he knows about grandmothers.

In all seriousness, it did make me feel closer to God. I am pretty sure God is busy with far more important things than keeping me from ponying up 85-cents for vending machine Skittles. I am clear that this eating clean thing is not going to change the world. I do think that, by doing this, denying myself and getting closer to God, I will maybe come closer to my own purpose, so I can play the role God wants me to in this world. We all have a purpose. Every one of us.