Day 1: Lent is here

(They never spell my name right)

Lent is always a very good place to start. It's a great way to give something up in the name of God or tolerance or cleansing, or whatever Lent is for. Fiance is Catholic. And while I'm not, I practice Lent with him. So every year, he gets ready for 46 days of doing without ___ something. Anything. Usually its alcohol, because I mean FUCK who doesn't need a damn drink after a crazy day at work? And besides, that's how we met. I'm a bartender. He's still a customer. Ta-da! Match made in heaven. 

Then he asked me to marry him, 7 years and 40 lbs later. So here we are! I've tried everything. The fasting, the keto, the skinny this-that-or-the-other... Gym membership, personal trainer, calorie counting, blah, blah, blah. And 4 lbs and 3 holidays later, I say LENT IS HERE, LET THE VEGANISM BEGIN. 

Today.... today we will start with a Starbucks iced coconut milk latte... 90 calories. Tastes ok? Oh who are we kidding! It tastes like it's taunting me. It tastes like I wish it was filled with whole milk or heavy cream. It tastes like I'm missing my very butter-filled soul... Day one... 45 more to go... FUCK. I mean 89. Eighty-nine more days to find out if I can squeeze into an already purchased dress.... More about that later. I'm still wrapping my brain around what the hell I've gotten myself into.

PS Did I mention I'm giving up booze for Lent, too? (Insert emoji of choice here.)