Feelin’ the Burn

Based on the title you probably thought that this post was going to be about catching an STD or working out and I’m sorry to disappoint you but it’s only about one of those things, kind of.

With the first two weeks of this academic year almost behind me I’d be lying  through my teeth if I told you that I wasn’t stressed out yet. I’m the silly putty that can no longer be stretched, the taffy that is pulled as thin as a wire, the rubber band that can has lost it’s elasticity. I think you get the point.

Image (an approximate picture of how much coffee I’ve ingested so far)

This year I promised myself that I was going to start taking a more proactive approach to my physical fitness. I even dug out my yoga mat and dvd for crying out loud! Yet, I still have yet to actually use it because my schedule is crazy and I haven’t had a second to manage my time properly. So that’s one issue that I will be working on this year for sure.

I digress. So far this semester where I have missed feeling the burn through physical exercise I have been feeling it in my fingertips. I’ve made up for all of that by sacrificing my fingerprints to the coffee gods instead. Yes, I am the sterotypical college student that ingests more coffee than water and still doesn’t ever feel entirely awake. Woe is me. My fingertips have also been in pain because taking notes for five classes is a workout in and of itself.

As the year progresses my major goals are to pass my classes (obviously), start eating better and to start doing more positive things like not drinking as much coffee as I do right now but we’ll see how that goes and to start working out.  So, at least they’re attainable?

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Religious sacrifices

Medium Caramel machiatto light on the whip.     

                                                                               

This up until February 13th (The start of Lent) was my usual order at the campus coffee cart. In four days Easter will be here and Lent will officially be over, and so will my bout of self-induced depression. Even though this seemingly miniscule sacrifice seemed easy to outside eyes, it wasn’t.

Over the past few weeks I’ve felt the pull of the local coffeehouses and I was seduced by the heavenly wafting scent of espresso beans every time I went in to my campus library but I have perservered and maintained some pretty amazing self control.

Next Monday I’m already convinced that I’m going to accidentally make all of my friend’s hate me because I’ll be drinking the nectar of the gods again and since I’ve been off of it for so long my nervous system will probably almost shut down after I hit the sugar high.

Know what’s awesome about this whole situation? When your friend’s find out that you are Catholic and they don’t make a big deal out of it because of the current issues in the world. That, ladies and gents, is how you know you have good friends.

Although there have been many up’s and down’s in my journey this Lenten season I’ve learned a lot about myself and it really hasn’t been as bad as I thought it would be. I think that my only major qualms with myself this whole time has been the fact that in order to find some sort of a substitute for the void of missing a cup of jo every other day I’ve actually lost as much money as I would have had I not given up coffee. Which is sad. I’ve also gained  a little bit of weight from it, which I find odd because my coffee intake has more sugar than I chose to consume in a week. Which is bullshit! But maybe next year I’ll give up some of my sweet tooth ways. We’ll see.

And yes, I did drink hot tea and hot chocolate to curb the desire to cheat and get a cup of coffee, but that was a very rare occasion because even though you are allowed to “cheat” on Sunday’s I did no such thing.

Did you participate in Lent this year? If so, what did you give up and how are you doing now that there’s only four days left?