#foodforthought
Ahhhh cheat day! The one day of the week where you can choose your favorite, deep fried, sugary sweet, extra buttery goodness without any consequence. Because you EARNED this…right?
I love my cheat meal as much as the next curvalicious diva, but one thing I have learned is that a cheat meal is never arbitrary. You have to be disciplined throughout the week in order for it to truly not hurt you.
So before you pop that creamy dreamy cheesecake into your mouth this weekend, ask yourself these questions:
- Did I complete at least 200 minutes of exercise this week? If not, you likely have not burned enough calories for a cheat meal not to stick to you. Remember, regular exercise keeps the metabolism motor running that allows us curvalicious divas to enjoy the cheat meal, so don’t neglect to get moving!
- Did I eat well this week? Eating the right foods–lean protein, more veggies and less carbs, minimal alcohol–help you earn your cheat meal as well. If you’re not following your healthy eating regimen, chances are you already ate into your cheat allowance.
- How much have I been drinking? While a glass of red wine at night is actually good for you, throwing back shots of tequila and mixed cocktails have just as many calories as a dessert. It may be the last few weeks of summer, but keep in mind that turning up sticks to you the same as a cheat meal. If you want Popeye’s chicken this Sunday, cut down on the cranberry and vodka.
A cheat meal tastes even better when you know you have worked hard for it. It’s just like graduating with honors or earning a promotion. So if you want weekly tastebud treats like these…
…you have to treat your body to healthy choices, too.
XOXO,
Jessica
“You never want to make a permanent decision based on a temporary situation”
This has been my motto my whole life, and lately I just can’t seem to find myself anymore. Life was good in fact it was great; had a baby, married my bestfriend, was expecting another baby, lost all my weight. I felt fantastic. But after losing Olivia in July I started wanting more for me, for my son, for my family. Grief weight sucks and I’m trying so hard to get back to the beginning because I currently can’t even look in a mirror.
What if I am meant for something else, what if where I’m at is not where I am supposed to be. This can’t be it right? My life can’t remain on autopilot for forever.
Sunset in Jeddah, Ramadan 1443