What's the deal with cheat days? I can't say that I've ever been on board with that idea. In my brain, I have rationalized my food choices as follows: I choose to make the very best choice for my body at every opportunity. It's a simple approach. When I open my refrigerator, the choices are quite healthy so I end up having a garden salad topped with chicken. When I am at my sister's for dinner, I take a small serving of the main dish, load up on veggies and drink lots of water. When we go to our favourite (CND spelling) BBQ joint for a special event, I have my beloved brisket wrap with a garden salad instead of the fries. You get the picture.
This had been working very well since April 1st. I was making awesome choices, and I was so pleased with myself I was in danger of turning into a peacock. And then things kind of took a little detour, perhaps a somewhat more scenic route than it should have been. On Friday, we went out for my hubby's birthday (comedy club followed by a shared small thin crust pizza). I was pleased with that choice considering he could have chosen any restaurant he wanted. On Saturday, we went to a large craft show and to a bridal show with my bride-to-be sister. Sample dips, chocolates, honey, cupcakes, sandwishes, soups abounded! I sampled some honey because I was looking to get a nice unpasteurized honey. I felt I earned another pat on the back for that one. On Sunday, I think things went a little off the rails after visiting an open house some distance away from our home. Hubby suggested that stop at a chip stand with a great reputation in that area we visited. I should have told him that I was happy to have him try them, but that I was okay without the fries. I didn't. I enthusiastically agreed that this was a good idea. Hubby suggested that we share a small fry. I, on the other hand, insisted on getting my own large fry "as a special treat". He went along with that, but I'm sure he was surprised. The fries were delicious, even though I'm more of a poutine kind of gal. A few hours after we returned home I wanted a plate of nachos. I thought about it for a while and remembered the 'cheat day' idea. I'd already had fries so the day was a bit of a write off - so why not have nachos as well? Oh, it's a slippery slope once we try to justify our poor food choices, isn't it? It didn't take long for me to cave. I had nachos. In hindsight, I wish I had taken more time to make them the way that I really like'em - in the oven instead of the cop-out microwave method. In my defense, I was in a mega hurry because I didn't want to miss a moment of the Ottawa Senators attempting to defeat the Montreal Canadiens in the National Hockey League playoffs. That didn't end well either, but that's a whole other story...
Anyway, I've come to realize from that experience that I need to keep myself on a short leash. I will strive to remember the story of the fry-greased slippery slope in order to avoid making the same mistake in the future.
I am not perfect. I do not expect myself to be. But I owe it to myself to learn from my ever-so-slightly-less-wise-than-usual decisions.
Do any of you have any good ways to talk yourself out of having foods that should be off limits? I could use a few tips in my back pocket. :-)