Easter = Sugar

Hi, today is the day after Easter Sunday and I have probably consumed more sugar in the last 36 hours than have in the last 46 days. It's a problem.

Today I went running. It was noticeably, but not significantly, more difficult than when I ran on Saturday, when I was eating mostly semi-healthy foods.

Here's how my Easter went down, for those of you that are curious:

I went to bed the night before wide awake because I (foolishly) had caffeine in my system, and when I woke up Easter morning, I was pretty tired because I hadn't slept well. I got up, washed my dreads, put on my brand new jean dress and brown shoes, realized I was going to be late for church and ran out the door.

I scooted in next to my Mom, brother, sister (who all left before me), and aunt right before the service started. It was a lovely service of "He is risen indeed! Alleluia!"s and the choir singing beautifully and communion and all that jazz. Jesus was alive in that room and in our hearts.

After that was the Easter breakfast in the fellowship hall, where I pigged out on pancakes and sausage and potato-egg-casserole-thing and fruit and a cinnamon roll and orange juice and a few jelly beans. We got our pictures taken by the Easter lilies then cleaned up breakfast and went home.

I don't remember much of what happened at home then, probably because nothing really happened, other than the three of us kids finding our hidden Easter baskets full of presents.

We went to my uncle's house which was fun. We had a delicious linner/dunch/lupper...thing (complete with champagne--YUM). Even though I'm one of the "big kids" (the oldest child on that side of the family), I got to search for Easter eggs with the little ones. It was fun but I found by far the fewest eggs. The day before I searched for eggs in my backyard with my brother and sister. I found the most then, because I knew they're old and competent enough to find eggs (even if they are hidden rather well), so I aggressively ran around trying to find the most. On Easter, though, I just walked around lazily looking around, and ended up finding a total of 8 eggs. But I chowed down on the candy I got and the boston cream (creme?) pie my mom made and drank some good old Coca Cola. I played a couple fervent games of Foosball with my cousins, then we went home (but we had to turn back after 5 minutes because I forgot my coat).

The worst thing about this part of the day was the flatulence, which I confided to my sister about. I wasn't sure if it was from the sudden intake of sugar, or the asparagus I'd had a lunch/dinner. Probably the asparagus. Those were some silent but deadly ones. Trying to use the restroom several times didn't help. Why am I putting this on the internet?

I went home and crashed and probably ate more sugar and then did nothing (that I can recall) and went to bed. Yay Jesus Day!

Okay, so my version of "celebrating" might be a little weird, but I'm awful happy Jesus is alive. He has been speaking to me lately, and I am trying to listen. I'm not very good at that, but it's a work in progress. He's persistent, so that's helpful.

In conclusion, today I traded all my candy (except my dark chocolate) for all my brother's dark chocolate. So now I have a bunch of Easter dark chocolate; candy that not only will I enjoy eating more, but that I will actually not feel too bad about. Also I will not feel guilted into eating it just because I have it like I will other candy. That would just be a bad idea. The end.

I'm sorry about this blog post.


God bless.