Cheater, Cheater, French Fry Eater

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Sometimes a gal gives in and has a big fat cheat meal.  Even if she is losing weight and doing great with her diet.  But when the Hubs says, "Let's go to Wendy's for lunch," and the kids start cheering, and you hate Wendy's salads, you are left with cheating.  So I did.  I got one of their new asiago ranch chicken wraps and fries.

But then I came home and entered my food into MyFitnessPal.com and nearly threw up my lunch.  Ugh!  So many calories!  So much fat!  Combined with all those carbs!  Blah!  While it was tasty, I'm not sure if it was worth it.  My tummy is not all that happy with me right now.

And so I started thinking about all those times when we are faced with real life and have to make decisions about the food we eat.  It was too easy for me to discount Wendy's salads--they all have bleu cheese or chili on them (yuck!).  Or fruit--also yuck.  But I could have thought outside the box and asked for them to hold the cheese.  Or I could have ordered a side salad instead of fries with my sandwich so I was only eating half the fat and carbs.  Not great, but not as bad.

As I sit here thinking about my cheat meal, I just remind myself that it was only one meal and that I won't be making it a habit.  Tonight we are going to a potluck for dinner, and I have been thinking about how I will handle it.  It's hard to make wise choices when confronted with all those cheesy casseroles, carb-laden side dishes, and sugary desserts.  But it's not impossible.  I know that there will be at least one main dish I will be able to eat, and someone always brings a salad or cut veggies.  For dessert I will bring along a few pieces of Skinny Chocolate so I can have an on-plan treat.  I considered bringing my own food altogether, but I am not quite to that level of unembarrassment yet.

What I learned from my cheat is that it's okay to cheat every once in a while, as long as you get back up, dust yourself off, and get back on plan immediately.  The trouble only occurs when you decide-well, I cheated so I may as well blow the whole day off and eat what I want.  Wrong attitude!  That would get me nowhere except fat and unhealthy.

I am determined--DETERMINED--to fit into my pre-David jeans.  That would be 10 years, 3 babies, and 40 pounds ago.  Back in the day when I could still shop in the Juniors department.  Ha!  Wouldn't that make my daughters happy.  (Wink)