Treat Night

Over the many many years I dieted I have always and I mean always had a treat night. Treat night is that sort of grey area between getting weighed and the next morning.

I’ve had a lot of people disagree with me on this, in fact I’ve had grown women come up to me and tell me I’m wasting my time dieting at all because I have treat night. Let’s just lay down why this is bollocks:

So all week I eat nothing but fruit, veg, skimmed milk, lean meat, no massive amounts of chocolate, crisps, wine (sad), full fat bloody anything, butter etc the list is endless. I’m basically a nun with food all week, I prep and cook and I’m constantly thinking about how much speed food I’ve had and how much water I’ve drank. So between the hours of 5-10pm on a Thursday afternoon with my pyjamas on and my hair up- I eat anything I want. I’m talking pizza, fried chicken, scones, chocolate, puddings, chips, chinese, Indian, bread, toasties- ANYTHING. And I sit in my living room, one lamp on and wine in hand taking a deep sigh of relief as the pieces of my soul reconnect after a long 6.5 days of eating leaves. I almost mediate as my belly fills up with cheese, crisps and fatty foods. I let out groans of fullness as I waddle myself up to bed and lay down because I’m so full.

And just like that, on a Friday morning, I start again.

Happy Blipping.