I ate Taco Bell AND Taco John's today. Yes, I broke my six month long streak of not eating fast food and got two buffalo chicken burritos and a small order of super potato oles. There were two ways I thought it could go. One: I'd feel so satisfied and want to eat all of the world's worst foods inevitably ruining all that I've worked toward. Two: I'd feel like vomiting. I ended up being somewhere between the two options and was left to ponder cheat days. Are they really that bad for you?
For six months I was very strict about my eating. I wouldn't so much as glance at a piece of cake or bag of M&Ms. I didn't even eat puppy chow at Christmas! I stood right in the kitchen with my aunt while she made that and other various baked goods and never faltered. I'm no saint, obviously. I had slip ups from time to time but now I feel like those moments are less terrifying. I've learned that one bad day won't up the number on the scale by much if at all.
A few months back I had a baked potato with my dinner dressed with fat-free sour cream and the light I Can't Believe It's Not Butter. I sat on the sofa afterward freaking out that I had just gained five pounds. The reality of the situation was that baked potato (fixings included) were within my calorie limit for the day but somehow along the process of this dieting adventure I had lost my mind.
The truth is I'm not going to gain back all of that weight if I eat a slice of pizza or have a bowl of ice cream. I'm slowly learning that slip ups are necessary to the overall scheme of things. I haven't been as strict as I should be over the last month and I've actually still lost weight. It's amazing! After one diets and exercises for long enough it becomes a habit and therefore it is easy to jump back on the wagon to continue toward success. It's wonderful to enjoy all of those bad-for-you things and still be working toward my goal. Hallelujah!
