You play, you pay

It's raining in Sacramento and when it rains, I find myself wanting comfort food.  My co-worker and I had lunch at this  little mom and pop restaurant two days in a row. When our gregarious Buildings & Grounds guy invited us to lunch, we couldn't resist. He's hilarious and we needed the laughs.  After many suggestions, he randomly pulls into this little place that's just a couple of miles from our office. When I got back to my office yesterday, I googled Dad's Kitchen and saw that it was featrured on Guy Fierri's Diners, Drive-in & Dives.  I couldn't believe Guy Fierri was in my hometown.

I wish I had my camera. This little non-descript place has a gorgeous patio area in the back. It was the perfect place to destress.  Yesterday we shared a tri-tip sandwhcih. I was  happy I sweated off the calories at zumba.

But then.... my co-worker and I just had to return for a BURGER.

What do you think? Delicious, right?

The waitress suggested we try the macaroni and cheese topped with bacon.  O..M..G... (I know, I sound like a 15 year old).  It's been 5 hours since I ate 1/2 the burger, 1/2 the fries and 1/3 of the mac and cheese.  Even though we shared, it was just too much. Why do I do this to self?  I know.. because I have an unhealthy relationship with food. That's why.

I'm sitting here looking for all kinds of reasons not to go to zumba tonight.  Tonight's class will be high intensity. It's raining. I should have no problem talking myself out of going?  Instead, I write this post... reminding self of the need to work out.  I feel like Mr. Meagi in Karate Kid "WAX OFF, WAX ON" But instead I'm saying CALORIES IN, CALORIES OUT.

Oh well, you play, you pay... in this case, you eat, you better burn those calories.  My behavior is counter-productive. I know this... but sometimes, I'm my worse enemy. 

Later, gators.