Poor choice, good choice

Because yesterday was a non-running day, I wanted to keep my calorie intake low. I was doing well after I left work - I'd only had around 1200 calories. A small dinner, and I'd be fine.

I wanted two, small, corn tacos. No chips, no salsa, no guacamole or rice and beans. Just two small tacos. Fish, chicken, steak, didn't matter.

When I got off the bus in my neighborhood, though... my favorite restaurant, the Iron Horse, was calling. I rationalized that I could order the lemon garlic chicken taco platter, and just eat two tacos, no chips, no salsa, no rice or beans... and take the rest home.

I almost did it. I ate about 20 tortilla chips (yes, I tried to count), and I ate a couple spoonfuls each of the rice and black beans. And two chicken tacos. And a couple of forkfuls of the left-over chicken.

I did, however, take home a lot of left-overs.

Then I walked home from there, about a mile and a half. And later, I did my upper-body barbell workout.

So at least I tried to offset the poor choice of restaurant (giving in to temptation and placing myself in temptation's path) with some restraint in eating, and some mild exercise.