Once a week, I cheat on my diet.  It’s just one meal, one specific time, and it’s quite fulfilling.  Thus far, it’s always been on Saturday, and the meal of choice has (with one exception) been delicious pizza.

I’m a pizza lover through and through, a fact to which any of my RL friends can easily attest.  I’m also what’s known as a “pizza purist”, which means it’s pepperoni and cheese.  I like other things, but I always go with the pepperoni and cheese, because that’s what I like best.  Pizza is nature’s perfect food, and by that I mean that pizza can be anything.  It can be cold for breakfast, it can be hot and delicious for dinner, it can be vegetarian, it can be a meat-lover’s dream, it can a snack, a meal, or even desert.  Pizza is perfect because it can be adapted to fit any situation or lifestyle or taste.  Pizza is awesome, which is why I choose pizza as my cheat meal, because it’s the one thing I despise giving up.  It’s so incredibly yummy.

Of course, I track my calories as part of my diet, and entering my numbers on Saturday has become cringe worthy.  Just as an example, my cheat meal this week consisted of a medium-sized Godfather’s pizza, and two Mexican cokes.  The pizza alone was 2,080 calories, and with the Mexi-Cokes, the meal came to 2,371 calories… 421 calories over my daily maximum limit.  I feel guilty.

Should I stop with the cheat meals?  I do so love the pizza, but my personality is not habit-forming.  I could, in theory, stop the cheat meals, or perhaps lessen the frequency.  Still, I look forward to Saturdays because of them, and I think I’d miss it if I game them up.  I’m so good the rest of the week, keeping my intake to between 1,200 and 1,500 calories per day.  I’ve been getting in long hikes or bike rides consistently, and the results so far speak for themselves.  Surely one day of going over the limit isn’t gonna wreck everything, is it?

Post a comment below and give me your take on my dilemma.  Should I stop cheating?  Should I change the frequency?  Or should I just keep going, seeing as how I’m probably just over-thinking the whole thing anyway?  Let me know!

If you can’t get it where you are, let’s just say you’re missing out.  Coke De Mexico is the exact same Coke you get anywhere, except it’s imported from Mexico, and it contains real honest-to-God sugar instead of whatever that stuff is that we use here in the states.  Believe me, it makes a difference.  I’m not sure exactly how, but it just tastes better.  It really took me back to when I was a kid and artificial sweeteners hadn’t been invented yet.  My Mexican Coke was cold and sweet and utterly delicious.  A real treat.

Thank you Sra, for introducing me.  Oh, and by the way, guess what I found in a drawer in my kitchen?

Ok then, back to the diet.  21 more pounds and nine more inches of belly fat to go.