Lent Isn't Fun. Period.

Look at it. Mouth-watering goodness. Behold...the infamous McDonald's double cheeseburger. This little sucker right here has been a staple in my diet for, well, FOREVER. I'm pretty sure my Mom realized Happy Meals wouldn't suffice for me when I was about four. If it weren't for this amazing metabolism of mine (which I'm thankful for DAILY), I'd probably be on True Life: I'm Obese. Anyway, as I approach the tender age of 22, I'm at about three double cheeseburgers a week...on average. And you know what? I'm not the least bit ashamed of it. But what better to sacrifice for the Lent season than this? Well, it's been about two weeks now...and I'm DYING! The first three to four days were GRAVY. But slowly but surely, my body started to realize that something was missing. I literally feel SICK haha. From headaches to just not craving anything else. Cheesesteaks haven't even quenched the craving. Everyone says eating a regular cheeseburger would be considered cheating...so that's out of the question. I guess I understand how drug addicts feel. No bueno. But I shall not regress. My friends have already taken bets on how long I will last. Terrible. But I will prove you pieces of trash wrong! YES! But real talk, check up on me periodically to make sure I haven't lost my mind...