Confessions of a Chipotle Addict

I ate Chipotle four times last week.

Sunday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday.

Why is it so impossible for me to resist?

The good news is that I have started getting bowls (meaning no 300 calorie tortilla) and I no longer get the chicken (200 calories eliminated there) since giving up the land animals. The bad news is that it still tastes so freaking good that I cannot stay away. We were so close to having it last night, me having thoroughly convinced James to give in (since I am always the one persuading him--he rarely voices his desire to go, though he no doubt desires it as much as I do), but I came to my senses, went to the gym for an hour, and then ate fish and broccoli for dinner. I think it was worth it when the numbers finally dipped a little lower on the scale this morning.

As expected, James and I have been eating WAY more veggies since being pescetarians, and we have been working out more since I am earnestly trying to follow through on my resolution to lose weight. I mean, I already failed the cat, I might as well try not to fail myself, right? Even though I haven't been working out as much as I know I should, we have both lost at least six pounds already. The little voice in my head is telling me it could've been ten if I'd cut out Chipotle (and the required accompanying Dr. Pepper) and actually work out at least five days a week. And part of me thinks, I am still losing weight, even if slowly, so why bother giving up what makes me happy?

I don't think I'm rationalizing...

though I do admit four times in one week is a little much, even for Chipotle.