It may be Fat Tuesday, but I’m eating skinny instead.
Many cultures and heritages celebrate some form of Mardi Gras, the Tuesday before the beginning of the Lenten season. Back in the Middle Ages, it made sense to eat up all the fat and butter and delicious things before the extreme piousness started. It wasn’t good to be wasteful.
I’ve never been one to participate in Lent, even growing up Catholic in a mostly Catholic town where all my friends were giving up candy or french fries. I don’t really believe in depriving yourself of things because you think you should. Which, strangely, is why I didn’t have a donut today.
On Fat Tuesday, my neighborhood café makes paczki, a Polish donut that’s filled with curd, cream, or jam. It’s the only day of the year that they make them, and they sell out of hundreds with in a couple hours. I love paczki, but a streak of less-than-healthy days had me feeling tired and rundown. Instead of the donut, I made a green smoothie. For lunch, I put together a tempeh burrito bowl.
Sure, I can eat tempeh and drink juice any time of year, but I didn’t want to spend one more day depriving myself of feeling nourished and energized. I decided to eat skinny on Fat Tuesday, and now I have 364 days to look forward to that donut.