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CONFESSION: Until, very recently (this past Wednesday) I had been a long-time member of the congregation of Notre-Dame-de-Gras. In fact, my devotion to Our-Lady-of-Fat went far beyond most zealots...I was practically a nun. Sister Poutinette, that was me. I took communion in various forms: Black Velvets, wine, cider, ramen noodles, potato chips, KD, egg rolls, and the holiest of holies...fast food...the list was extensive. If I had continued down my sanctimonious path, I would have been made a saint, or died a martyr.
But, this Wednesday, I was born again! Hallelujah! I saw the light, I saw the light, no more darkness, no more night! Or rather, my picture was in the Times Colonist yesterday with all my Heath Challenge cronies...and the headline read: MEET THE 2013 TC HEALTH CHALLENGE PARTICIPANTS. Bam! Instant accountability. This is for real. No more worshipping false gods.