Monday, August 13, 2012
One little 220 cal. pork taco ruined my whole freakin' week! Ugh!!!!
I managed to get TWO Sunday runs in and in turn agreed that we could do the "Toxic Taco Truck" for dinner. It's one of my hubby's favorite "restaurants." We jokingly called in the Toxic Taco Truck because at one time, I vowed I would never eat anything from a portable kitchen unless it was a camper that I was using. Friends convinced me that this place was great and cheap and delic. It was! We've eaten there a bunch of times and it has never disappointed. I especially love their pork tacos...marinated pork with fresh veggies...mmmm. (OK, it's REALLY hard to write that right now) Who knew that our pet name for the place would become so true?
Well...so much for my morning runs.
I was up at midnight with (as my friend Will calls it) "Piggy's Revenge." Because I was ill most of the night, I got about three and a half hours of sleep...no 4am run today...not to mention I am still a bit queasy.
I will attempt to catch up on some sleep tonight, so again no 4am run tomorrow (and no time later in the day to make it up either). So, this sets me back to Big Run Night being my next run. One dinky little taco effed up my whole week...not to mention my calorie count has got to be soooo off. What went in calorie wise, didn't stay in if you know what I mean. Rrrr.