I managed to take a brief nap yesterday at lunch time. It’s amazing what 30 minutes can do to get you through the afternoon.
I had a dream about cookies. I was piling them on a serving tray, perhaps for a party. There were all kinds of cookies: some covered with powdered sugar, some gooey ones, all very interesting and different looking. I love cookies and was salivating over the prospects of sampling the lot.
I awoke with one thought: My goodness, this is going to be a long Lent.
Reit This Way 
I was done with Lent on Ash Wednesday. I think that it means it is working.
My husband pointed out that we've made it through a week yesterday. It feels so much longer. Does it really mean it's working? I do hope so.
I didn't give up cookies, so no worries here. 🙂
lol! I can so relate.
Hear hear! Nothing like a little dose of Lent to point all your attachments! :s
Never give up any food during Lent while you're pregnant.
Oh my, odd coincidence, I made 350 cookies for Bill's promotion this week. Every.single.kid. said, “I wish we hadn't given up sweets for Lent.” I guess we picked a good penance. Has it really only been a week?
It's amazing how you can taste the forbidden fruit in your imaginings, isn't it?