Sometimes I just live to cheat.

Sundays have grown to have a special place in my heart (and tummy). For me, Sunday marks not only the end of my split and eating clean, but it's also the day where I can relax and enjoy the ever so glorious cheat meal. I'm not going to lie, I look forward to every sunday, and I strategically plan out my carb/fat laden euphoria of the day (at the end of each week I have a heavy craving for carbs or a carb/fat meal, since all my meals are either carb/protein or protein/fat). Cheat meals keep me sane and satiated for the rest of the week (I end up feeling so heavy and bloated afterwards that my normal diet doesn't seem so bad).

Today's poison was brunch at Mixto, a Spanish restaurant in downtown Philly. I had some eggs and milk (it's ridiculous how much I crave milk) with some lovely cream cheese stuffed french toast with fruit. Completely filling, I felt like I was going to pass out at the table. An awesome brunch with good friends. These cheat meals do a lot more for my psyche than anything. I'm still trying to figure out why my mind craves it as opposed to my body; eating clean for weeks has tricked my body into being unpleasant when I ingest some really heavy, greasy not-so-nutritious food. If I could somehow manipulate whatever triggers the release of endorphins/serotonin to my brain then these next few months won't be so bad. I have a few more cheat meals until I have to completely get rid of them, so these last few meals really have to count. I'm plotting on some fried chicken next week (I'm a sucker for popeye's red beans and rice with chicken strips) because I really have to toughen up mentally for the long haul.

I try to have my cheat meals early in the day because I end up feeling so stuffed afterwards that it's a chore to fnish the next 5 meals, and then I'm stuck at 10:30 at night trying to get through 4 meals (kinda like right now). moral of the story: take the cheat meal, make it small. Do it for your sanity.

This friday I get paid (finally!) and you know what that means: another Costco trip. Which means I'll be stocking up on more egg whites and cottage cheese. I could totally live off that stuff. Enjoy what's left of the weekend and have a restful night :)