Friday, February 8, 2013

What Weekend Eating Means

I remember reading one time that Mary Lou Retton eats like a normal, controlled person every day, but allows herself to have a crappy eating day once a week.

If you don't know who Mary Lou Retton is then you are too young to be on my blog and I'm going to tell your mother.  Now run along and play with your Bratz doll or whatever is en vogue right now.  I'm serious.  Go on.

Anyway, once a week, Mary Lou Retton allows herself to have something "bad for you" and she feels no guilt.

I think this must be my diet of late.

On a normal school day, you will see me eat things like this:


 
Or this:
 
 
Ok, not the cat food, but you get the idea.  And I eat well religiously.  I have people fooled into believing I don't even know what bad food is and then when I bring a piece of cake or a brownie they lose their minds.  I kind of feel bad letting them down like that. 
 
But that cake just tastes so damned good.
 
I even behave on weeknights, when all I really want is to eat a bag of chocolate.
 
The weekends come, and it's a whole different story.  All I want is:
 
 
 
 
If you don't know about Cape Cod Creamery's Cummaquid Coconut ice cream, I am very sorry for you.  It's a tragedy, really.  This is truly my favorite ice cream, ever. 
 
And Cummaquid sounds just like you think it does.  It's a town.  All of the Cape Cod Creamery flavors reflect different towns.
 
I suspect that the reason I eat total crapola on the weekends because I ingest a lot of this:
 

 
What MaryLou said is one day of bad eating becomes 2 days for me.  And only during the winter.   I think I'll call it the sparkling74 plan.

During the school day, I must eat by 10am, noon, 2pm and 4pm or I bite people. 
 
On the weekends, I eat breakfast and then it's vague until supper.  I usually ride, which makes me want to get an iced coffee on the way home and then it's like 1pm and I'm ready to do EVERYTHING because I've  had some caffeine on top of exercise induced endorphins, so I never get around to eat lunch, per se.
 
Instead, I don't object to eating things I would never even consider eating during the regular week.  Chinese food?  Sure.  Go out to dinner?  Ok.  Nachos?  You don't have to twist my arm.
 
By Sunday evening, I usually have my act together by Sunday night, thank God. 
 
Anyone else find themselves in 24 hours of totally inappropriate eating on weekends?

1 comment:

  1. I'm glad you said not the cat food! You had me worried!!

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