Last night I made a mistake. It was a tasty mistake and I enjoyed the process (Isn’t that the important thing?) but the aftermath was another story.
Sunday evening, my husband went to the grocery store for cereal, asking if I wanted anything. Frozen microwave burritos sounded good and I haven’t had them for a while. Sunday evening, I ate 3 of them (serving size is 1) and slightly regretted it as I had a mild case of heartburn as I went to bed.
Last night I figured I would eat 2 burritos, then wait a while and go ride my bike. I haven’t ridden since Saturday and I try to not go more than 2 days without a ride. But as I sat down, watching TV eating the burritos, I thought maybe I really do need another rest day. I did yoga in the morning. My left hamstring is sore so maybe I overstretched it. It felt good to sit. I decided to heat up another burrito (this would be #3).
It was so tasty, and I love the texture of the tortilla when it’s slightly grease-soaked from the chili meat. As the next episode of Big Bang Theory started, I knew there was less chance of a ride. I didn’t really want to ride in the neighborhood and I was less inclined to load my bike up to ride at the lake. May as well heat up another burrito.
There were 2 burritos left. Heating up one seemed pointless, like leaving 1 Poptart in a bag instead of eating both. So I heated up both (Burritos #4 and #5)
5 burritos. 150mg of cholesterol. I’m not even going to look up the calories. If I thought the heartburn Sunday night was bad, it was nothing compared to Monday night. But I can’t say I regretted it completely. They were so good.
I’m not hungry for breakfast and didn’t bring anything for lunch. I’ve got some chicken salad, wheat crackers, and miso soup I can have if I get hungry. Truly hungry, which may not be until this afternoon.