I have always struggled with my weight. I have reconciled myself to the fact that it will be a lifelong fight and one that I will probably lose. Eating healthy has always been a huge problem for me because, well, because I like stuff that isn’t good for you!
But, after seeing this news, I vow to eat healthy the rest of my days. As long as I can have my salad, I should be all right.
This afternoon was registration for the conference. We had a social gathering at 6:00 p.m. and they began serving a dinner buffet at 6:15 p.m. I went to dinner earlier, though, because I was scheduled to hear confessions at 7:00 p.m. and didn’t want to eat too fast. (Originally, they were not going to begin serving util 6:30 p.m.)
Confessions were, by the way, a “labor of love”. They were pretty much non-stop, which is good. However, they were set up in the chapel. You walked into the room and faced a kneeler. The penitent could kneel for confession. The priest sat in a chair with his back to the kneeler. If the person wanted to go face-to-face, he or she would walk around the priest and sit in a chair facing him.
Why was it a labor of love? Well, we are all marked by our past, are we not. When I was at the prison, I was trained over and over again not to allow anyone to approach my back without looking. That was dangerous. Still, after all these years, I get the heebie-jeebies whenever anyone comes up to me from behind. Ah, well, my state of unsettledness was for a good cause.
We have three people from our diocese entering the Knights of the Holy Sepulchre this year. I am really excited for them!