Two weeks til Easter.

This season of Lent is dragging.

It seems like months ago I ate that last decadent cupcake on Fat Tuesday. My sweets fast started out strong and I was bemused at how easy it was at first. Now it’s a struggle – I find myself wafting the fresh gourmet donuts in the breakroom and avoiding ice cream at events to become increasingly difficult.

While fasting, I left the door open for the Lord to lead me wherever I needed to be on this Lenten journey. I faithfully listened to my favorite contemplative app, Pray As You Go, and even signed up for an email devotional from Ed Cyzewski.

But nothing has changed for me. 

I’ve had no great epiphanies, no moments of wonder, and I haven’t experienced any growth in this “wilderness.”

The only concrete conclusion is that I eat far too many sweets. I’ve lost 1kg, and if I play my cards right, maybe 2kg before summer. Part of me feels that I need to keep this fast going 90% of the time to keep myself healthy and my weight in check.

Lent isnt over yet. Perhaps something will move, perhaps not.

Nonetheless, I’m open to the possibilities.