Last night instead of running, my husband and I went out to dinner (we never feel like cooking on a Friday night). We were both feeling like Mexican, but because we seem to end up at Chipolte nearly once a week (their meat may not have any hormones or chemicals, but there's something addictive about those burritoes), we decided instead to hit up a local Mexican restaurant.
Where I ate my weight in cheese.
Seriously, blood is going to have to fight it's way through my arteries to my heart after the conglomeration of cheese I had last night. That, and the Dos Equis, made for a pretty high calorie, high fat meal (I don't even want to think of how many miles I would have to run to burn off that dinner).
But today doesn't promise to be any healthier. It's St. Patrick's Day, so in honor of the Irish, we're starting our drinking early. We're meeting some friends at an Irish bar/restaurant where we can, hopefully, stake out an early claim (much like Irish immigrants did in the wild, wild west -- as portrayed in the Cruise/Kidman movie "Far and Away": I do like this movie, even though Tom Cruise's accent is completely unbelievable, but in my humble opinion, Cruise is hardly believable as a person) before the crowds threaten our territory. So, tonight, it's nothing but beer and potatoes (only Irish food there is, right?)!
Have a good holiday everyone! Shamrocks for you all!