Germany meet Mexico

Have you ever had a Reuben quesadilla? Yeah, me either. At least until today.

After literally clocking myself while getting ready for work (knocked an alarm clock off closet shelf and it fell 3-4 feet onto my head), I spent the morning thinking about all things crazy and delicious: sliced turkey, cheese, 1000 island dressing, sauerkraut. Mmm, sauerkraut.

"Reuben. Reuben. Reuben," my brain chanted.

One problem: This German girl had no rye bread in the house. Shameful, really. So I decided to take a whole-wheat tortilla and make a wrap. One problem: I want to put too much in a wrap and it never stays "wrapped. " So I decided to make a Reuben quesadilla. I could stuff it as full as I wanted, and just fold over the tortilla.

I took the tortilla, one slice of Swiss, some turkey breast and sauerkraut and put it on half of the tortilla. I folded it over and cooked it for a few minutes on each side in a skillet. I put some light 1000 island dressing on the side for dipping. YUM!

To get in some veggies, I had one of my favorite soups: Progresso Light Savory Vegetable Barley. I could eat this soup every day it's so good. OK, I do eat it almost every day but I ate it out of a mug today, which is always way more fun.

Question of the day: What's your favorite non-traditional lunch combo?

Love tap

Pre-workout fuel: Half slice whole-wheat toast with apple butter, water and half-cup Amaretto Cream roast coffee
Workout: 40 minutes P90X yoga and 2.2-mile walk with Denali

I love my husband. I do. Really. But as much as I love him, sometimes I want to reach over and smack him.

Like this morning.

Mark and I were plankin' it out with Tony Horton, and Mark decides to get chatty.

"I love this pose."

"Good form babe."

"This one is always tough for me."

I replied in grunts. I don't particularly like to talk while doing yoga, and I can't particularly talk when I'm doing my upteenth chataranga. "Hi, triceps and back. It's nice to meet you. Mark? Shut the front door."

This morning, I made it through 40 minutes of the workout before I decided that I was entirely too sweaty and needed to stop. Of course, I might have been less sweaty and been able to go 50 minutes had someone, ahem Mark, hadn't turned on the HEAT last night rather than the air conditioning.

Yeah. I wanted to punch him then, too. Instead, we took a walk and I made him an eggy sandwich. Love ... at its finest.

Question of the day: Do you like to chat while working out?