If you don’t break the rules sometimes, you’ll go crazy.
It’s a fact. Growing up I was never in trouble, per se, but I took a lot of offense to what I thought were arbitrary rules. I didn’t understand why girls had to think they were fat (my brilliant nine year old answer was that when you looked down at yourself, the perspective made you look rounder), who made up these math formulas, and who decided what books I read in school (if a thirteen year old wants to read Please Kill Me, let her, dammit).
This is why I believe in destroying your caloric limit/healthy lifestyle every once in a while. I don’t mean being paranoid about it and hating yourself tomorrow. I don’t mean planning it. I mean gleefully, spontaneously going overboard.
I have no interest in poor health or becoming overweight, but I also have no interest in counting every calorie, always passing up good foods, and not eating anything I bake.
I’ve said before that I believe in food as culture and family. Today I had a huge greasy breakfast at a diner with my family. Then I made Bourbon Butterscotch Blondies and ate one. Then we had pizza for dinner. After that I ate cereal, a carrot cake bar, and two more blondies. And I didn’t care. I don’t feel guilty. I didn’t plan it, it just happened, and it was fun for gods sake.
I don’t do it every day. I don’t plan to do it once a week. It just happens and when it does, it’s really fucking indulgent and a downright good time.
Give yourself a break. Take a breather. Eat a piece of chocolate cheesecake at 4am in your underwear. You won’t be fatter. You won’t be unhealthy. You won’t have ruined your diet (because it’s not a diet, it’s a lifestyle). If anything, it’ll shock your system a little which is always good for you. But don’t just do it for that. Do it because you deserve it and Bourbon Butterscotch Blondies are damn good.
