cheater cheater cheeseburger eater!

Eating out is SO totally not worth it.

Or at least, going out to eat NOT very healthy things.

Last night, Kurt and I went out to dinner with a bunch of friends at Cheeseburger in Paradise. We looked up their menu before we left, and because we've been trying so hard to eat well, we decided that their salads looked good and we would stick to that. But after sitting there and listening to everyone talk about what they were ordering, and it smelled SO GOOD in there... we both ordered burgers. I had a gouda and mushroom burger (it was amazing), and Kurt had a guacamole burger or something. We reasoned with ourselves by saying that we hadn't "cheated" in a while so it would be fine to eat something greasy. Plus all of the fries on our plates. Plus some fried pickles.

Ugh. totally, absolutely not worth it! This morning I got up and went to Zumba, and halfway through the class I thought I was going to die. I remember Kurt telling me once that whenever he went running the day after he ate badly, his legs felt heavy and it was so hard to finish the run. I've never experienced that feeling before because I've honestly never done any real intense cardio. Today was my first experience with that, and it was not very fun. I always feel challenged in the class, but at one point, i was seriously contemplating whether or not I should leave after the song ended. I pushed through and finished the class, but wow, I definitely learned my lesson. I made baked chicken and the roasted vegetables for dinner tonight so that today's experience won't be repeated at tomorrow night's class.

Staying on the right track is so much harder than I thought it would be! Hopefully, I'll be able to use the way I felt today as a motivator for the next time I feel like it might be okay to eat something greasy and cheesy. and delicous. Dang it!