At this moment, I know how Charlie in “Willie Wonka & the Chocolate Factory” felt the moment he found the golden ticket. Nope, I didn’t win the lottery or receive an invitation to join Oprah and Gayle King on their next road trip. This surprise is even better. My personal trainer told me to eat whatever I want on Thanksgiving and to enjoy it thoroughly. And I’m actually planning to take his advice.
Allen, the aforementioned personal trainer, knows what he is talking about. Since starting to work with him a month ago, I’ve gained muscle and taken off four pounds of fat. Pulling from decades of education and proven experience, he’s used everything from physical therapy and sports training techniques to psychology to help my entire body become stronger.
My dietary habits have shifted too per his suggestions. It was no problem to avoid processed foods, already a core practice. I have significantly increased my protein intake and now eat smaller meals every three hours or so. When Allen also recommended that one day a week, I eat whatever I like, at first I thought he was joking. Wouldn’t that slow down my momentum? I tested that theory two Saturdays ago, enjoying potato chips with blue cheese sauce while out on the town with my boyfriend. It was great and the next morning, I slipped right back into the healthy eating patterns. But I felt guilty admitting it to Allen on Monday morning.
That’s when he explained eating differently one day a week would keep my metabolism from getting completely used to just one pattern. I also realized that planning for this day off each week removed the need to “rebel” against any sort of restrictions. Needless to say, my experience was different this past weekend. On Friday night, I decided to eat a German Chocolate brownie from Whole Foods for dessert and savored every bite. Then on Saturday morning, like clockwork, I slipped back into healthy habits – this time without a morsel of guilt.
I’ve got add some context here. Raised to be a nice Jewish girl, guilt at times has felt like my middle name. Even now, forgetting to call a friend on their birthday or walking past a Salvation Army bell ringer without making a donation fills me with regret. So intentionally giving up guilt around food – which is typically the Holy Grail of my remorse – is a huge deal. Kind of like if politicians just shook hands and decided to resolve the debt-ceiling once and for all, or if Lady Gaga decided “less is more” and started wearing outfits from J. Crew on the red carpet.
When Thanksgiving rolls around this Thursday, I plan to enjoy sweet potato soufflé, pumpkin pie and a cornbread soufflé to the fullest. Have signed up for a special “turkey burn” spin class that morning and am eating a bit lighter this week beforehand to make room for the holiday goodies. But then on Friday, I’ll be back to my egg white omelets and Greek yogurt without batting an eyelash.
Do you have guilt about what you eat and if so, how do you handle it? This Thanksgiving, do you plan to indulge or eat in moderation?