Most people have done it. They change their diet, and everything is going great.
But then, you have a moment where you want to go back to your old way of eating. Some call it a cheat. My wife calls it "living."
So, today was sort of a cheat day. The wife and I, along with baby boy, headed out to breakfast with some friends. I had an egg omelet with cheese and sausage, and a bowl of fruit. I skipped the toast. Probably should have skipped the cheese. Seemed like there was a lot of cheese.
Lunch was whole wheat pizza with some pepperoni. Low fat cheese. One of those fundraiser pizzas. After not having any pizza for a month, this tasted like a gift from Athena.
And then came the deal-beaker. Wendy's. You might think, "oh noes!"
Well, I had a burger, with cheese, on a white bread bun, a cup of chili, and a diet soda. I could have gone for fries, but I figured the burger was enough.
So now, I'm sitting in my recliner on the top floor, kind of regretting the burger. I have that solid feeling in my stomach. I feel like it's sticking out again. This is not a good feeling.
I did take some time, while eating the burger, to savor it, just a little. Still, it doesn't seem as if it was worth it. I'm going to have to find a better cheat next time.
Tomorrow is a new day.