Since When Can Dudes Not Pig Out On Sunday?
Since the beginning of time, man was meant to rest on the seventh day. I don’t make the rules, God does. I just follow them. You always hear people talk about the Sunday scaries. To me, it’s nothing but a myth. Monday scaries, though? Very much a real thing.
Sunday is sacred. It’s the one day where everyone collectively agrees that doing absolutely nothing is not only acceptable, but encouraged. I’ve started to appreciate my Sundays more and more as I get older. Obviously, nothing beats an NFL Sunday, but I’m starting to love Sundays without it almost as much. Not more, but the gap is definitely shrinking.
Maybe it’s because the Dolphins suck and all they do is ruin most of my Sundays. There’s something peaceful about not having to watch your football team take years off your life on what’s supposed to be a relaxing day.
So lately, I’ve decided Sunday is my official day to stuff my face, rot on the couch, and binge as many “classic” movies as possible.
But now people are starting to give me shit for how much I eat on Sundays. And I’m here to ask, since when can’t dudes pig out on Sunday? It’s the one day of the week where you can eat like garbage, do absolutely nothing, and not be judged for it.
If I want to eat 3,000 calories and watch the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy, I should be able to without judgment.
Just because I’m eating an entire pizza, Chipotle, a ham sandwich, chocolate vanilla swirl, a banana, another homemade ham sandwich, and Mintzy’s breakfast recommendation doesn’t mean I don’t care about my health. It means I value my Sunday.
If I accidentally order a buy one, get one deal on Uber Eats for 40 boneless wings and crush 30 of them, it doesn’t mean I’m unhealthy. It means I take my Sundays seriously.
I believe everything is okay in moderation. If I eat clean and work out five days a week, a Sunday pig out isn’t the end of the world. I did 60 days of nothing but clean eating and I’ll be honest it was miserable.
What’s life without good food? I’m not saying you should eat like a pig every day, but when it comes to a couch rot Sunday, I say eat til you can’t speak.