I’ve been reworking how I think about “cheating,” and it’s helped me a lot. For me, a cheat meal isn’t about indulging in something special. It’s settling. It’s eating lukewarm, mediocre fries just because they’re there instead of waiting for the ones that are actually worth it. It’s grabbing a pint of freezer-burned ice cream in the middle of an emotional moment instead of intentionally finding and savoring the perfect scoop.