The one I'm (finally) reading now is Preparation for Death, by St. Alphonsus De Liguouri.
St. Alphonsus is one of my all-time favorite authors. He makes his points so well, and helps connect ourselves, with all its baggage and tendency to slothfulness, to the Jesus Our Crucified Savior.
Last year my health was better, and did a lot of penances and I don't know that I grew much better for them. They probably were ok penances, but not the best ones for me. Sometimes something seemingly small can be a great thorn in one's side --- for the right person. My mistake last year was not running these penances past my confessor. This year I told him about them, and he said 'no go'. I'm almost sure if I was someone else, of better constitution, he would have said it was ok. However, he was able to perscribe a few penances for me, one not even related to food.
BTW:
Does anyone have any suggestions for particularly bad-tasting foods? The only one I can think of is this generic cheesy tuna-helper that I bought one time because it was on sale and I was trying to curb my tastes. It just doesn't seem edible to me.
I know people who have trouble with making their food taste bad. Everything they taste, pretty much, they enjoy. Even sour foods like kale, rappini, etc., and nothing is every really too salty or not having enough, at least to wear it'd bother them that much. I wouldn't say this is necessarily a virtue, but most likely something to do with the person's taste and upbringing (perhaps they were poor growing up and also were used to diverse foods).
I admit, I am one of those people who likes just about everything. Even when I was a very little girl I was the same way. I was a sumthucker...errr thumbsucker, and my father had the brilliant idea of putting tabasco sauce on my thumb. Not long after, I began finding the stuff and putting more on my thumb by myself. Now I still love tabasco and every other hot sauce (but I kicked the thumb). I remember him asking me, "Why are you doing that?" when he saw me with the tabasco. I think he saw through the excuse that I made, "because I'm trying to stop (?)" and realized I was consuming all his beloved tabasco sauce. He had to start hiding the tabasco, and that's when I finally quit the thumb. (It just wasn't the same anymore without it.) (Ha! I remember complaining about how small they made the bottles.) Then I ended up getting braces (ouch).
Oh, but back to Lent...probably the best thing I've done for Lent *(I hope) was get specific advice from my Confessor. One of the biggest mistakes I've made is to not do enough small penances throughout the year (each week), and then out of guilt, do too much during Lent. Even if you get through it with no problems, the point is that it doesn't necessarily help, because immediately after Lent it leads such a person to indulge the senses as a 'reward' afterwards.
Slow and steady wins the race.
Gladius, I'll pray for you, and the rest of you this Lent. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE PRAY FOR ME.