That term has been haunting me recently. Cheat Day. It sort of implies I have been very disciplined throughout the week in terms of my eating and drinking and now the weekend is here and I can go wild.
The idea of a cheat day does take some getting used to. I found that, with my schedule of working out and training clients and teaching classes, that indeed by Friday I had gone into a kind of calorie deficit, so I could reward myself with all that I had ever wanted, regardless of whether I actually wanted it at that moment. I had to eat that extra large cinnamon bun NOW because what would happen if I didn’t get another chance in the next 24-48 hours?
Unbeknownst to me (I know that’s impossible because I am writing this), my good habits have started to outweigh the “other” habits. Why not feel as good on Saturday, with some time to catch my breath, and fill up on good food. The treat can be the time it takes to enjoy the food, without rushing out the door to heave-ho. Just have some good food, and as much good food as I want. Some whole grains, extra free range eggs, an extra peanut butter banana treat and a home made whatever for lunch. I don’t need to run out and stuff a huge piece of pizza or a drive thru burger down my gullet, which I wouldn’t normally eat anyway.
How about a glass of wine? Maybe pay an extra dollar for a nice wine that demands to be savored slowly and not guzzled because it’s cheat day? I wonder now, what a Monday morning will be like, with a good sleep and not a sweaty tussle with my stuffed midriff getting in my way as I roll over and punch my pillow.
Toss out Cheat Day. Here’s to healthy take my time, nourish myself, sit and relax eat and recover day!