As the diet continues, I’ve re-discovered the joys of the cheat day. (Okay, technically, the cheat *MEAL*.)
I never really appreciated them the last time I went on the diet. They felt more like I was doing some mixture of “I’m failing to successfully stay on my diet” and “the foods I eat every day are dumb foods and the cheat foods are the only ones that contain pleasure”.
This time around, I’m trying a different tack: I get one evening a week that allows me to go nutso. If I want a sandwich, I eat a sandwich. If I want a handful of goldfish, I eat a handful of goldfish. If, a few hours after that, I feel like a pizza, then dangit, I get a pizza.
And then… back to the diet. It’s okay. It’s not some weird ascetic thing that I’m doing to myself. It’s part of the diet. Something, something leptin levels. Additionally, since it’s planned, I don’t have to feel like my choice is between being the wet blanket “I’m on a diet, can you give me one without a bun?” at a cookout. I just know “okay, the cheat day is scheduled for the cookout” and then, come the cookout, I am *SUPPOSED* to go nuts.
And how much better will the host enjoy my enjoyment of his fine, fine hamburger when it’s with the enthusiasm that comes from eating a cheat meal?
The downside of this is that I’m doing a fairly regular job of hammering home the whole “everyday foods are not special, only cheat foods are special” and I don’t know what to do about that on a psychological level… but maybe it’s not such a big deal. I know that I’m mere days away from having a special meal.
Like this Saturday night! We’re going to be doing the D&D night thing again and it has been decided that we’re doing BBQ. With baked beans! And potato salad (mustard potato salad, of course). And ice cream after!
And, Sunday, back to the low carb thing. But that’s okay.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Photo is “Footrace finish line, 1925” from the Seattle Municipal Archives, used under a creative commons license)