I always feel like an overtired kid at bedtime on Ash Wednesday. Here comes Mother Church to pick me up out of the gluttony and sloth I'm too exhausted to get myself out of any more. Although I'll whine and fight it and possibly try to make a break down the hallway around Judica, I'm really so relieved. Flesh, lights out!
(Since it's been a while, here's the Rule of our peculiar Order for fasting, if we were an Order which we aren't and had a Rule which we don't.)