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Phew!

Hi everyone!

I'm sorry there's been a lack of posting; the past week has been a whirlwind of the Sharknado variety. That's right, I just said that.

Anywho. I didn't go to the gym a single day last week. I know, right? I was bummed out, but I literally had an appointment or something I had to do for house stuff every darn day of last week. I figured if I wasn't going to the gym, I should at least try to keep my eating under control, which try I did! I was craving chocolate the other night, so I bought a dark chocolate truffle bar from Trader Joe's.

Mmmmm truffle-y…. 
Here's the thing about me and dark chocolate. I like it, it's good, but I don't love it, so it's really easy for me to eat a tiny amount and feel satisfied. I think a serving is 4 sections and 180 calories. Weellll I eat 1 section and it's 45 calories. Holla!! But it's so rich that I don't feel like I need or want anymore. It's a pretty good feeling. =)


So I was talking on the phone with my bestie at some point last week, and I confessed to her something I'm not proud to admit….

I was in the drive-thru for Taco Bell.



I know! I know!! It's grade-D "beef" (maybe), wilty lettuce, and frozen cheese.

I know.

But sometimes, the heart wants what the heart wants.

…Right?

OK well anyway. Back to my shame confession. So I got 2 of the shredded chicken tacos; I figured they were more real than most of the other items on the menu. Bestie's husband started judging me from the other side of the phone line and said I had to put it on the blog.

Here it is. Suck on that, Judgey McJudgerson! =) 

Back to the tacos. They weren't terrible, for Taco Bell. I did end up pulling off this massive wad of cheese that was on each of them, and peeling off ½ the tortilla since there was definitely a disproportionate amount of tortilla to filling. I googled the results, and each taco's apparently 160 calories. I may have saved 15 with ripping off cheese and tortilla? Meh, I don't know. I don't care. They were cheap, quick, easy, and bottom line not that bad. They definitely won't be making many, if any, reappearances in my life, but at the moment they worked just fine.

I'm back in the gym today, and happy to have my gym bag sitting next to me. I've missed going, which is super weird. But I think it's officially become a habit, which is super exciting! Last week felt weird and awkward and completely threw me off that I wasn't going at all. Back on the horse today!

How've you kids been doing?? Any new recipes? Any new workouts?

OH! I did do 30 push-ups on Saturday. And I kept walking up the stairs here at work (sometimes multiple times!), so I wasn't a total sloth all last week. =)

<3
A Redhead

P.S. - The dreaded kettle corn is finally gone. And no, I didn't lick the bag clean. I actually threw it away. Thank God for a tiny semblance of self-control!

Comments

  1. I would have smacked you like that if we hadn't been on the been! And Ryan will approve of your Taco Bell shaming. =P

    I ran once (or twice?) last week and that's it for exercise! Pathetic!! But we did try a new recipe of avocado chocolate pudding which is delicious!

    Glad to see you back on that saddle, cowgirl!

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