A Holy Week Confession

One of the things I usually do during Lent is not eat meat.  And while I look forward to having a cheeseburger in the near future, I feel I should make it clear the extent to which I indulged myself this Lent.

I have eaten, since the beginning of Lent, pieces of a Ribeye, a 16-ounce Prime Rib, a pizza with a lot of meat on it, and (I think) a couple of sandwiches involving turkey, ham, or salami.

I’ve visited my family and attended a bachelor’s dinner at a fancy, 1940’s supper-club-style restaurant/steak house, both occasions when complete abstention would have made other people feel bad, since I would be avoiding meat while they indulged.  Now, I have eaten all of these on Saturday nights or Sundays, but still . . . it’s not like I went without meat this Lent.

I feel fine about this, but I figured I’d put this out there in the interests of full disclosure.

Go back about your business; that is all.