Shameless

Today was shameless.
Meaning that, I felt no shame today.
No guilt.
No second guessing my actions, my eating, my food.

It was a good day, and I'm feeling proud of myself.

I had a district-sponsored workshop today that took place way far away from where I live.
So I couldn't come back home for lunch.
And I wasn't prepared enough to make my own lunch.
So, I faced the dilemma of eating...OUT.

Eating out makes me nervous because it's so very hard for me to make a good choice when I'm surrounded by all that cheesy, greasy goodness out there.

When I was driving to the workshop this morning, I had planned on Subway.  I don't really like Subway all that much...but it is pretty WW friendly.

But by the time 11:30 rolled around, I knew that Subway wasn't going to cut it, no matter how much Jerrod spouts off about how good it is.
I wanted meat.
I wanted to feel full.
And I wanted it now.

I almost, almost made a trip out to a fabulous Chinese restaurant that has really great sushi.  But, time was tight, and that was a little far away.  Then, Panara's started to sing its siren song to me "Ou la la!  French onion soup here!" but I have a hard time resisting their cookies.  Luckily for me there was a Chipotle's near by.

If you have never had a burrito from Chipotles, then I weep a little for you.
It's so good.
I mean SO good, y'all.

But the tortilla itself is about 8 points or something hideously high like that, so I opted for the less-compactly wrapped burrito bowl.  It's all the burrito intestines slooped out of the tortilla and into a bowl.  I now have visions of the scene in The Empire Strikes Back when Luke and Han Solo are stuck out on Hoth, and a tonton gets gutted.  Mmmm....just what I wanted for lunch.  (Yes, I do realize what a geek I am, you don't have to rub it in.)

But, just by forgoing the tortilla, cheese, and sour cream, I was able to eat my gutted, disemboweled burrito bowl (with extra tomato salsa and guacamole) for only 11 points.  That's not too shabby my friends, not for eating out anyway.  It would have been a lot less points without the guac, but I could afford the points, so ole!

As I walked to my car (walked, not waddled, mind you), I had a wonderful feeling of no shame.  No guilt. No I-so-shouldn't-have-eaten-that-because-I'm-totally-going-to-regret-it-at-weigh-in-time feeling.  And that feeling, my friends, is very good.  Even better when drenched in smoked chipotle pepper Tabasco sauce.