Sunday is cheat day. That is supposed to be "free day", ala Body for Life. However, I've made it into cheat day. Now I'm done. I can't keep doing this.
Breakfast was the usual eggs, biscuits and gravy, and breakfast meats, with a side of fried potatoes. That's the usual. Felt like hell afterwards, came home and slept. Then for dinner I had a bacon cheeseburger and fries. Felt like hell again; came home and slept. And it was a nice day. What a waste of a Sunday.
So here I sit, Sunday night, wondering why I do it. Why would I do things that make me feel like hell. I guess, like my drinking used to, eating used to give me a healthy dose of pleasure. Now, the pain afterwards is about equal to the pleasure I get during my "feedings".
Yeah, I think I'm done with this whole idea of cheating for a while.
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Yeah, I have been. The third picture is a little over 11% body fat, and I did it all the way until then.
I've still been doing it, but it's not going as well. I've realized that for me, cheat day is causing a junk food hangover on Monday. As well, I've recognized that my lifestyle is one of extremes. I eat freakishly clean m-sa, and Sunday I overindulge.
For a year and a half it worked for me. Now? I'm thinking I might have 2-3 cheat meals throughout the week.
What works best? Whatever works for you. Furthermore, whatever works for you AT THIS TIME. As our mind/body/spirit changes, so does our needs.
I advocate that you do what works for you, for now.
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