Before I was married, a friend and I had a little tradition of either having a party or going to a party on New Year's Eve, sleeping in on New Year's Day, and then spending the day at her parents' house. Big deal, right? Well, this was not just a celebration of a new year but a day of no rules and no limits. And no judgement if you wanted to eat ice cream for breakfast, cake for lunch, brownies for dinner and m&m's for snacks. Then we'd watch Alias marathons or as many Rocky movies we could fit in one day.
So why just dedicate just one day to "no rules"? I'm not advocating this kind of behavior on any kind of regularity or frequency. I mean, we have kids and homes and jobs to attend to, right? All I'm saying is that we all need (and deserve!) a little flexibility and allowance in our routines from time to time. A day, or even part of a day, where we ignore our food journal, look past the sticky spots on the kitchen floor and just relax, allow ourselves a little freedom from limits, rules and judgement.
How about it? Consider it a reward for a day's job well done. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to watch the rest of season one of Glee with a special treat, and the ironing can wait.