Easter was last Sunday which meant my 40 days without bread is officially over. I thought I was going to lose my head and go nuts, perhaps doing an Easter brunch binge but strangely, things are different.
I did eat a lot of rich food, and I felt gross….
I’ve had the option of eating bread for four days now and I really haven’t gone overboard. And honestly whenever I try to go overboard, I can’t. Robert bought me a box of girl scout “Thin Mint” cookies that have been in my desk drawer for the majority of Lent. After having a bowl of chicken gumbo soup for lunch, I opened the box around 3pm because I was feeling a little hungry. I had five cookies (a serving is four) and put them away. I didn’t feel deprived, I was just done.
Last night, I went to an event and when I got hungry, instead of splitting a plate of onion rings with my friends (even though they looked delicious!) I went home and made an omelet.
They say it takes 21 days to make/break a habit. 40 days later I think I may have curbed my bread addiction.
This is weird.