I’m not ashamed to say I ate three tacos for dinner. I had a good reason. The number of calories I estimated I burned today via multiple workout sessions made me feel it was utmost important that I consume them back. Let me back up. I was sent on a work assignment to go stand up paddle boarding. So much fun. So that started my day with a full body workout. Not terribly difficult, but when I ended up going against the current, I truly felt it. Then later in the day I got a phone call from a friend who wanted me to go to this thing called Cardio Party. I agreed, because like a good friend, I don’t ask questions. Plus, she said “party.”
I almost died and have reversed my previous thought process to begin asking what the heck I’m getting myself into before I agree to something. It was an hour class of kicking, jumping jacks, punches, jabs, jogging in place, right/left hooks, and butt kicks. I lasted a total of 43 minutes before I begged my friend to leave. Then we stretched and I somehow found myself in another room doing an hour of yoga.
Anyway, while I started to feel my legs burning from doing so much jumping, I opted to cook up a meal. Originally thought to include veggies, but, well, cheese looked so much more promising.
Heated the pan with some olive oil, placed in diced onion (one large slice of it) and minced up fresh garlic. Once the onions became translucent, I added the cut up chicken, ground black pepper, cumin, and cayenne pepper.
Heated up the tortillas in the microwave for 15 seconds to soften them up, then filled them with a bit of cheese and the chicken mixture.
Then I was ready to pop these babies into the George Foreman. Yes, George and I are best friends. We spend time together almost every night for dinner. Shush, don’t tell anyone, but we’re really best friends.
What can I say? I was hungry.
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