Cheat day

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As we move through our sixth month of deployment I feel very fortunate to have fun things in my future. Next month I am doing a seven-day whirlwind tour of Northern Italy with my husband during his mid-deployment break. We aren’t taking the kids and we are even taking an overnight train into Paris for a day. Can you say romantic? On my way back stateside I have a twenty-four-hour layover in London and I’m taking in the sights all by myself. I’m even staying the night in a super-swanky Yotel. Hipster Rebecca, at your service.

In October I’m going on a four-day cruise of the Bahamas with a group of friends, all to celebrate my good buddy Mike moving into his 40th year of life. In November I’m doing a Zombie 5K with some of the coolest chicks I know. And in December I have tickets to see Justin Timberlake in concert. Good times, right?

Here’s the deal though: 2+ years post-birth of my youngest and I am still rockin’ some serious baby weight. Well, let’s be honest, when your “baby” is 26 months old it really isn’t “baby weight” anymore. Perhaps it’s time for me to own this sh*t.

Take a romantic trip to Italy with a husband, add a cruise (bathing suits – eek!) and a 5K and that equals some serious motivation to get into shape. I bought fancy work-out pants. I signed up at a gym. I downloaded MyFitnessPal to my phone. Heck, I even made a gym iTunes playlist. If that isn’t commitment, I don’t know what is.

I’ve been doing really well. I’ve been to the gym every day since August 2nd. I’ve logged every morsel that has entered my mouth and I’ve stayed under my caloric goal every day but one – and that day I only went over by 97 calories. I’ve been eating no processed foods, lots of fresh fruits and veggies and plenty of healthy proteins. I’ve been drinking my body weight in ounces of water. It’s been a brutal switch for me, considering it wasn’t at all uncommon for me to sit down and enjoy a pint of Ben and Jerry’s before bedtime.

So today, I decided to cheat.

It all started at Chick-fil-A. I took my boys there for lunch after our last splashpark day of the summer. I was good – I ordered a small soup and a side salad, no dressing. They brought out an 8-count fried nugget though, and before I could grab it Jameson opened it and shoved one of those delicious bites straight into his mouth. I couldn’t bring them back at that point, right? I’m not giving my kids fried food and it’s practically sacrilegious to throw Chick-fil-A nuggets into the garbage. So I ate them. Then I bought a small Cookies N Cream milkshake fully intending on sharing with my children. But they were so engrossed in the playroom they didn’t notice (I guess my milkshake doesn’t bring all the boys to the yard). Next thing I knew the entire 520 calorie yumminess was in my belly.

I was completely resolved to eating salad for the remainder of the day, which would totally have kept me within my calorie count. I even made a lovely salad for dinner, but as I was putting away the vegetables into the fridge I noticed the uncooked bacon inside wasn’t looking too good. Not bad yet, but close. We don’t waste bacon in the Bahret house – nope. So I cooked it. As it was in the oven, bubbling in the thick grease, delicious salty bacon aroma wafting up through the stove vents, it was then I put the salad in a bowl for tomorrow and decided to hell with today. I’m having a cheat day.

Dinner tonight consisted of nine perfectly oven-baked, thick-cut slices of bacon. But I didn’t stop there, no no. What goes great with bacon? Why brownies of course – and I just so happened to have some. I had to have two, because I had four and well I just can’t leave three when I have two children. I also decided to finish dinner off with sangria. I measured out a serving – trying to salvage at least part of the day – but a serving is pitifully, painfully small. Five ounces really isn’t enough for anything but a sip and there was only twelve ounces left in the bottle, so I decided to just finish it to make room in the fridge.

If you’re gonna cheat, might as well cheat fabulously, right?

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