In love again

Exercise: 1.5-mile walk with Denali with power walking/shopping planned for the afternoon

I’m sorry I essentially skipped Friday love. I was waiting for my love to return.

At least one of my loves.

Yep, that would be Chipotle.

Mark and I lurve Chipotle but we broke up with it about three months ago. We were finding that we were spending a good chunk of our entertainment budget on the national chain and missing out on some great local restaurants. Our New Year challenge was to try some of those restaurants and, unlike many resolutions, we were successful. We tried out the Cuban place, the Japanese restaurant, the Vietnamese restaurant.

But last night, it was time to go back. It sort of helped that I had a BOGO deal off Facebook.

We got there a little too late for the early bird special, and I was forced to live the old adage, “Good things come to those who wait.”

I lamented that there should be a pregnancy express lane, sort of like how wheelchairs get to go to the front of the line at Cedar Point. Mark said I wasn’t pregnant enough for that yet. Jerk. For that I made him order second.

I got what I always get – a vegetarian burrito bowl.

  

And here’s how you do it the Healthy Strides way:

Light on the rice, black beans, double fajita veggies, triple tomato salsa, light corn salsa and cheese, guacamole and lettuce. It’s to die for. And it’s not that bad for you. It’s probably about half the calories of Mark’s face-size chicken burrito.

He loved ever one of those 1,200 calories, washed down with a Bud Light. Props to Chipotle for having beer and making my husband happy.

So … do you like Chipotle? When you go, do you try to keep it healthy or fig it and go Mark style?

Decision … made

Everyone, gather round. I have something important to tell you. I have made a ruling. A monumental ruling.

Calories eaten in he middle of the night don’t count. They just don’t. They fall into the abyss of nothingness or into limbo or the Bermuda Triangle of missing Girl Scout Cookies.

I mean, think about it. Do you write down your 3 a.m. fridge raid for the day prior seeing as you haven’t really woken op or do you count them toward the next day because it’s after midnight? And, if you are eating because the pangs of hunger prevent you from going to sleep at 3 a.m., should it even be considered consumption? Hello, it’s medicine.

OK. Not really.

But I will say that I had absolutely no choice at 3:30 a.m. but to eat. I woke up at 3 a.m. to go to the bathroom because, you know, I do that and I couldn’t go back to sleep. At first, I thought it was because I was using the solitary moment of quiet in the house to think. Wrong. I was hungry. Super hungry. I tried to roll over. Forget it. But groan. Loud groan. So I got up, plodded to the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of Cinnamon Puffins (btw – not as good as the PB variety) and ate it out of my favorite penguin mug with some 1 percent milk.

Then I went back to bed. As luck would have it, though, the cereal didn’t put me to sleep either. Oh no. I was up till 5:30 and then slept till 6:15. Thanks for the bark in the face, Denali.

Friday love will be a bit delayed today. No sleep = Frozen brain. Or, really, something lovely is happening later, and I might take photos.

And just for giggles, something to make you smile. BTW, this didn’t happen last night in our house. I’d have to take out the shelves for Denali to fit. And even then, he’d steal the bottle of hoisin sauce (which I almost put on my English muffin this morning because I was so tired) and eat it before he’d consider hanging out for a photo.