Basta....no pasta!

Let's take a moment to count down the moments until the Lenten fast of no pasta is over. Easter is April 24th. Today is April 10th. Technically speaking we have 14 more days of no pasta. This has not been easy. But it was stop swearing, or stop eating pasta for lent. And there is no way I could ever stop swearing. (I swear out loud, I swear in my head - so really there is no way to control thoughts - which would not have made it a very valid effort) I gave up pasta once for lent - that was 5 years ago - the only reason I did it then was because I was arriving in Italy on Easter Sunday - I was able to break the fast with loads of pasta. It was like a reward. I'm not going to be in Italy. So it's kind of an anti-climatic end to the fast. Poo. I don't think this fast will be habit changing either. The year I gave up Starbucks for Lent - I was seriously dropping way too much cash on lattes and mochas. And even though I woke at sunrise that Easter and was the first person in line at Starbucks that Sunday - I actually noticed I stopped going as much after the fact. But let's be real - I don't see myself cutting back on my pasta. I also convinced myself that not eating pasta would help reduce the size of my ass - which it has. The pomegranate seed dress that I bought with the intent of wearing to the February wedding brunch - will now at least fit for the April wedding shower. (you can't really see it good - but the little red dots look like pomegranate seeds to me - the dress is really cute on - the hanger appeal is not so much. Trust me, super cute and very spring appropriate. I would like to thank those of you that ate pasta in front of me. Each of you savored every morsel - and I think all but one of you actually felt kind of bad and guilty for eating it in front of me. How cool that my Lenten fast would not only make me look better - but result in residual Catholic guilt for Catholics and Non-Catholics alike. But let's stop the madness already. Let's be able to partake in pasta together, with no guilt. Let's order plates and plates of papparadelle and say to hell with pomegranate seed dresses. (ok, not really - let's still order plates and plates of pasta - I will just keep moving on PAR and than I can eat the plates of pasta and still look good in pomegranate seed dresses)