Last Meals

Okay, you know by now that I go through cycles of healthy eating and not-so-healthy eating (NSHE).  And each time I'm on a NSHE kick, about to gear up to "get back on track" as I like to say, I start thinking of all the good (bad for you) foods I need to eat before I start being healthy again. My last meals, if you will.

Here is my list:
Cookout (with milkshake)
Zaxby's
Moe's (of course)
Pizza
BoJangles

As you can see it is an almost shameful list of last meals.  It's also a not-so-great way to think.  If I being on track means never being able to eat my favorite foods again, then I will ALWAYS eventually go off track.  I don't think I will ever give up all of these foods for good.  But I also can't eat them regularly, because of their aforementioned NSH-ness.

Before this week, I had been on a months-long slide of NSHE. So when I decided last Sunday that this week I would not eat out at all until Friday night,  it left me no time to squeeze in my last meals.  It seemed like a tall order too; I wasn't actually sure if I was going to make it all week without eating out (Spoiler alert: it was hard, but I did.).

Here's the thing, I used my Friday night meal out to get pizza.  It was a splurge, but I had been looking forward to it all week.  But after I ate it, I felt satisfied.  I don't feel like "I MUST EAT OUT TODAY" like I sometimes (usually) do.  I feel like I could be okay not eating out today.  Truth is, I probably will have at least one meal out today, as I'm going to be away most of the day watching my friends do the US Marine Corps Mud Run.  But I think I can bounce back tomorrow and gear up for the beginning of the week with some homemade food.

Do you guys ever do something as silly as last meals?

PS I also met my other goal of the week: to run/walk (runk) three times.  On Thursday I was rewarded at the end of my runk by getting to pet a Golden Retriever puppy (basically, the most perfect type of puppy).  This morning I hit up the RiverWalk and got to enjoy the beautiful smell of the blooming honeysuckle bushes all along the trail.  I feel like both of these incidents are the universe/Rock Hill trying to thank me for my beautiful post about loving to run in Rock Hill. You're welcome universe/Rock Hill.  Keep sending me your appreciation, and I will keep appreciating you. It's a circle.

Sometimes you've got to stop and smell the honeysuckle.