Work has been kicking my butt again and I just haven't had the time to go online and check out what's happening with all of you in SparkLand. I have to confess, I did kind of miss hearing what's going on with all of you. Slowly but surely I'll catch up with you.
And the other reason I've felt like I've been out of it is due to one margarita. Si, uno margarita.
Wednesday was my husband's birthday. He wanted to go to our local Mexican
place so we could have margaritas and so he could order their chili con carne. We have affectionately named this chili "bowl of meat" because it is literally a bowl of meat. I guess that makes it Texas style chili? I had their chipotle chicken "burrito gigante del mundo" and let me tell you "gigante del mundo" is NOT an exaggeration. I ate maybe a quarter of it before I said "no mas". I just can't eat the quantities like I used to. And I ordered a "skinny" margarita on the rocks.
Well, let me tell you, that one margarita was a bad idea. It's kind of embarrassing to admit but I was drunk by the time I was done with my one margarita. Maybe it was the lack of sugar in the drink or the fact that I don't eat that much (as compared to before) with my alcohol but the alcohol got to me very, very quickly. We came home from dinner and I was ready to go to sleep (never mind, it was only 8 pm). That and I couldn't stop giggling (at least I'm a happy, silly
drunk). The next morning I felt like I had been hit by a bus. I was hungover? Seriously? From 1 margarita? (and yes, I did try to consume more water to prevent dehydration from the alcohol but still).
20 lbs lost + 1 margarita = 1 very bad idea
Live and learn. Live and learn.
So the bad news is that despite trying to limit how much I ate, I probably still over-consumed when it came to food and alcohol.
But the good news is that I am now cured of any desire to consume alcoholic beverages at any of the Memorial Weekend parties we will be attending.
I hope everyone has a safe, happy, and hopefully not overly-indulgent holiday weekend.