Since coming into the Church in 1996, I have more or less eagerly embraced the Lenten fast. For many years I "gave up" coffee, a near martyr-like effort for a caffeine addict such as myself. For the last several years, I switched to sugar, a feat that likewise could only have been achieved with supernatural help. Even so, Easter morning I went to the 7-11 before Mass, bought a bag of Gummi Bears—because by that time I didn't want any fancy bittersweet chocolate, I wanted cheap cane sugar in as unadulterated a form as possible short of simply scarfing the stuff with my hands from a five-pound bag—and the minute I got back to my car, dug in.
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