Op-ed — Ouch! My stomach is killing me today. I never eat like I did last night. Our house was filled with fried chicken, sausages, and steak… oh the steak… yesterday in celebration of Fat Tuesday. I ate it all. It was horrific. And now, Lent has begun, and I feel like the biggest penance was actually eating more than I normally do.

What have I become?

Fasting rules in the Church hardly even exist anymore. Was it really necessary to pig out like that? The rule is essentially a whole meal and two snacks that don’t equal the meal. How much more broad of a regulation can you get?

But I still fell for it! I still ate like a pig whose last day on Earth would be Ash Wednesday. It’s all a blur of cakes, meats, puddings, and alcohol. My kitchen looks like a bomb went off.

Anyway, I have to clean up and take some Advil. Bye.