This is me asking my body for forgiveness.
Last night I let my taste buds run loose and as a result, much of what I chose to eat was not healthy. In fact, I made several quite unhealthy choices (gasp!), but honesty is important, and if I’m constantly sharing all of the healthy foods that I eat, I think it’s only fair that I sometimes disclose my not-so-nutritious endeavors too.
Because let’s be honest, nobody’s perfect and everyone eats junk food sometimes. But the important thing I’ve learned about diverging from The Clean Eating Path every now and then is that you should never feel guilty for it. Going down the guilt path after eating junk food is the same as a dog chasing it’s tail; you’re running your mind around in circles, chasing after something that can only hurt you. It’s not worth it. If you ate some junk food- whether you consciously admitted “Today’s a cheat day, I’m eating Oreo’s and Pizza and I don’t give a flying fart,” or you slipped-up on a day where you had planned to eat 100% clean- just accept the fact that you chose to eat it, enjoy it, (because it probably tasted delicious!) and move on. The next time you eat is always another chance to feed your body something more nutritious.
It just occurred to me that I’m advocating for occasional Guilt-Free Junk Food Eating, but that I contradictorily prefaced this by apologizing to my body for doing just that. Wow, what a hypocrite I am! Just kidding. What I really mean when I’m saying “sorry to my body” is, “I’m sorry I didn’t treat you with the highest regard that I normally do, and shocked you by making you have to process and digest such alien foods, but I’m not sorry for eating them because they tasted good and I enjoyed it!”
Now that that’s all cleared up, look at some of the yummy, yummy stuff I ate last night!

For dinner, I went to my All-Time Favorite Pizza Restaurant (like, they have The Best Pizza in the World Ever) with my mom. Before you even order anything, they give you a bread basket filled with the fluffiest Italian bread and some other sort of cheesy bread concoction that you can’t not eat when it’s placed in front of you. I had a few bites of each. When I reached my hand over for the basket my mom looked at me with raised eyebrows and said, “You’re gonna eat that?!” Uh, yeah I am! (“You know you’re healthy when people are shocked that you eat bread.” Quick, someone make that into some kind of inspirational poster!) We also had fried calamari, tomato and mozzarella “salad,” and of course, the best, most greatest food of them all…. PIZZA!
And then later on in the nigth, I went to the bar to celebrate Ryan and Andrew’s birthday (Birthday’s? If people are twins is it two birthdays or one? Ponder that…) and there was THIS:

Yes, you are reading that correctly. That is Banana-bread-flavored beer and after Pizza it is the second most greatest food product on this earth. Try it. You will not regret it.
On the way home from the bar, everybody wanted Taco Bell. I won’t lie, I’m a fiend for late-night Taco Bell. What the heck is it about the nighttime that makes junk food seem so much less villainous? I’ve pointed this out before, but it’s like, during daylight hours I’m all, “No way, never. I’d never eat fast food ever, at all…ever.” And then it’s the weekend, and the sun goes down, and my evil Fast Food Twin comes out and she’s like, “It’s dark and no one can see me eating this faux excuse for “food,” so let me just scarf down this Crunch Wrap Supreme before the sun comes up and pretend like it never happened.” I mean she only ever comes out like once a month, but when she does, I’m just like, “What the heck, self?! Stop lying and just admit you eat fast food sometimes.” (Never! No one will know if I continue to only consume it after midnight! Mwhahaha!)
Anyway, I know I’m not alone in this late-night fast food frenzy, because we didn’t end up getting Taco Bell last night, and do you know why? Because when I say the drive-thru line was backed up into the street at 2AM, I’m not exaggerating even one, tiny little bit. There were more people waiting to order Taco Bell on a Friday night than there were at the bar. (Oh my god, America, what is wrong with us?!) Anyway, nobody wanted to wait that long for fake tacos, so we went to Wendy’s instead and yeah, I ate their Spicy “Chicken” Nuggets and some french fries. So sue me.
And with the conclusion of this Unhealthy Food Extravaganza recap, I’m off to go for a nice, long run!
Have a Happy Saturday, everyone! :)