No sex in February, woo!

Yep, the abstinence is going well so far. One whole week since the start of Lent, and all I've done is share a bed with a guy. That was last night, actually - we went to the pub quiz and I started talking to this bloke on the team next to us, and the next thing you know I've invited myself back to his house. I've got to stop drinking during the week. But the point is, I kept my pants on the whole time. Plus I get extra credit for the fact that I haven't actually had sex this month at all, the last time was the 31st Jan.*

So, a week with no sex and no chocolate and I haven't yet cracked up. Maybe this isn't going to be as hard as I thought.

*Yes, I've started writing down who I sleep with and when. It's just good sense.

The things we do for Jesus.

Well, and God too.

Today's Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent, which if you're Catholic means fasting as much as poss, and if you have to eat, then definitely no meat allowed. I had scrambled eggs with mushrooms and cheese at about 7 p.m., 3 hours ago, and I'm now staaaarving. All I can think about is a big meat-filled Subway sandwich. Plus I've given up chocolate - also for Lent, not just for fun - and right now I'd kill for a Mars bar or some M&Ms (non-peanut, I don't agree with nuts in chocolate). But I don't want to burn in hell, so I must resist.

Church was pretty good today, apart from as usual forgetting if you're supposed to say "amen" when the priest daubs the ashes on your head. I haven't been since Christmas but I think I'm going to get back into it regularly, as much as it feels like a chore sometimes (particularly when hung over) I always come out feeling...sort of refreshed, I suppose. Like I've got a clean slate for the week and maybe this'll be the week I don't fuck things up in one way or another.

Obviously I'm not the perfect Catholic (premarital sex complete with birth control, oh yeah, and that abortion that one time) but I'd like to think I'm going to heaven. I'm ultimately a good person, I want everyone to be happy and try to do things to help that, and I've never screwed someone over REALLY badly. Points for that, surely. Plus I'm giving up sex for Lent, so that should bump me up a few places on St Peter's list. If I manage it, that is. But I'm pretty determined. Just in case, though, I pledge here and now that every time I have sex, I will donate £10 to Cancer Research. And I'm skint, so you know this is serious.