I think that the #1 thing that keeps me from meeting my own personal, physical goals is “winning the weekend.” Essentially, “winning the weekend” means that I stick to my diet and training goals throughout the weekend, just as I would during the week. Right now I don’t have training scheduled for the weekends. I go hard all week long and rest on the weekends, unless I do a road march with my husband early on a Sunday morning. So training is not a problem for me. My challenge on the weekends (and what seems to be a challenge for many others) is sticking to a strict diet. After a long, hard week of work, school, or whatever we have going on, we all like to enjoy ourselves and relax a bit on the weekends. My ideal weekend would include a lot of fun activities and just ONE cheat meal. But sometimes that cheat meal turns into a cheat day, and then a cheat weekend! Finally, once the weekend is over, it’s very difficult to get back to my normal eating routine.
The key thing to remember is that your body doesn’t recognize a difference between Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. All of these days are equal, especially when it comes to your diet. If you’re serious about your diet and thus have a very strict meal plan, it’s okay to have a small cheat here and there for your sanity. But going overboard in a single weekend can really throw you out of your caloric deficit from the past week. I like to call my husband a “Crap-pusher.” He’s usually the one pushing for a drink, a meal out, dessert, and pretty much anything yummy to eat. The guy likes to have fun! And who can blame him? Due to my lack of willpower when it comes to yummy food, it’s always hard to say no. It’s easy to put a lot of blame on him, but in all reality, the only person I can blame is myself. At the end of every weekend, when we’re filled with guilt from our eating exploits, we tend to make a pact to stop going overboard. Hopefully our pact from this last weekend sticks! Fingers crossed! And yes, that is a picture of a fried Mars bar from this past weekend. I must admit that I don’t regret eating the two bites I had of it, and frankly, it was absolutely divine!