Your choice of food is good, but the chosen mechanism for eating it quintessentially caveman enough to earn you points.
For me, the cheat's got to be something good. For example, I work at a private school and we celebrate all the students' birthdays so there are at least three leftovers cakes sitting in the office each week. Most of them are terrible - dry, one-note pretty things that taste like Crisco. Never mind the giant rice cakes or green tea cakes, or the ones with tomatoes on top of them. However, if we're lucky to get one from Costco, which actually tastes like a real homemade cake and has real frosting on it, we all dive in. I figure if I gorge once in a while and get it out of my system, I'm not enticed to pick at the crap cakes from the boutique bakeries that sit in the kitchen until closing. In nine months, we've had two Costco cakes. One of them was chocolate.
The last cheat though was at an Easter potluck dinner in my apartment building. I can't demand that the other English teachers I work with accommodate me, so I made some paleo-friendly foods to add to the table, along with the desserts. I was at one time quite adept at making sweets, and since none of us have ovens, I took on the task of figuring out what the hell to make. At this meal, I had pork loin, apple sauce, deviled eggs, mashed potatoes, bean salad, broccoli salad with some cream sauce and raisins, ginger ale, steamed banana chocolate chip cake, garlic bread, grape juice, shrimp/melon/cucumber salad, broccoli with cheese sauce, nachos and salsa, chicken and mushroom stir fry, pepper salad with some sort of yogurt dressing, and a slice of peanut butter and jelly pie and chocolate peanut butter pie.
Then I woke up the next day with three big pimples on my face.