This just in...

"Fitness Enthusiast Declares Cheat Meal Not Worth It"
  
Please allow me to say... EWWW... I feel disgusting! I usually plan once per week to take a cheat meal and a separate cheat snack. I haven't taken the cheat meal in around 2 weeks, or so. I've taken my cheat snack, but always came in under calories for the day, so they really weren't BAD cheats... Until tonight. I ate well all day, and then, BOOM!!!!! I got it in my head that it is Saturday night, and, well, weekends are made for cheaing, right?

So, after having 2 wonderful weeks and feeling great for days on end, I decide that I'll take my cheat meal. I figured I deserved to eat what I wanted. We decided on Carino's, because I was craving pasta. (my arch enemy. I LOVE pasta....) I really wanted the Baked Cheese Tortelloni. We checked the menu so Brian could decide, and there it was... the Chicken Parmigian. *OHHHHH AHHHH* (Hear heavenly music, or maybe a Gregorian chant might be more appropriate)

I suddenly couldn't decide what to get! I was the fat me all over again. I ended up talking Brian into getting one of the ones I wanted, so I could taste both. The thought of getting one without the other terrified me. What if I was dissatisfied with the one I chose?!? Then my cheat would be totally not worth it.

Long story short? I'm stuffed to the gills.

Now, don't get me wrong. I enjoyed every bite. It WAS good.... on the way DOWN. Once it hit, I felt like I'd swallowed a lead balloon. YUCK!!! I feel disgusting. And do you know what's worse? My calorie deficit is 0 for today. Yup, a big fat ZERO! (as close as I can figure on calories, b/c Carino's doesn't post their nutrition info). I drank a lot of water on top of the food to add to my misery. Yes, I did that on purpose. I want to remember the way I feel right now. I want the pain and heaviness in my midsection to imprint itself on my psyche.

Why in the world would I EVER want to do this to myself again?!? Why waste the calories?!? I'm happy to say that I've realized I don't like eating this way; my BODY doesn't like eating this way. Next time I want something really bad for me, I pray that I can remember this. The 'joy' of tasting that food in NO WAY compares to the high I feel when I workout hard and come in 1100 calories short for the day. NO CONTEST.

I can remember this now. I'm in this for me. I'm in this for life.