I have a confession.
I cheated on my diet today.
I’m not proud, but I’m not ashamed either.
It was a rollicking affair with Killian’s Irish Red, semi-sweet chocolate chips, and homemade gummy worms.
But that’s okay, because diets don’t look at relationships like people do.
If I found out a girlfriend cheated on me, I would probably:
Kick dude in the nads (with feeling);
burn his massive cd/dvd collection;
slash his tires;
tell everyone on Facebook.
I’m totally kidding. I’d probably only do the first one. But with serious feeling.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Diets don’t look at relationships like people do. We get pissed, break things, and possibly use physical violence if someone betrays us. It’s not fun. But diets don’t care. They will take you back with open arms, no matter the transgression. That doesn’t mean they’re happy about it, which they will express with digestive distress, belly bloating, and grotesque gas (hee, I love alliteration!).
But once you apologize by eating some healthy shit, it’s cool–you’ll experience the same high energy, increased fat burn, and muscle gain you had before
All too often, we let one little mistake spiral into a crisis.
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