Sunday, August 19, 2007

I spoke too soon...

Remember how I was saying I haven't been feeling like eating most days and that nothing sounds good and attributed my weight loss to my sudden aversions to all things edible?

Well my appetite met it's match on Saturday night. Nothing sounded good all day long. I had a breakfast bar for breakfast, a sandwich for lunch and just did NOT feel like cooking what we had planned out for dinner. Marco threw out some suggestions but none of them sounded good. Then three little words popped into my head that made taste buds do a dance.

The Taco Shop

Did you hear the choir of angels sing "aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh"? I know I sure did.

The Taco Shop is an authentic Tex-Mex shop (is it possible to be authentic and tex-mex?) in Amsterdam that is run by people who make Tex-Mex like no other. It's better than most of the Mexican restaurants I've been to in the mid-west as a matter of fact. I say this all the time but only because it's so true, the taste and aroma of food has the ability to take you to an entire different place in your life and The Taco Shops transports me right back home with the very first bite.

We only visit The Taco Shop about every 3 months or so, if that. Marco's not a big fan of Mexican so I really have to do some persuading to get to go and actually sometimes I even forget about it. Saturday I remembered!

I took a quick look over the menu and after about 3.4 seconds of thought, decided upon the biggest cheese drenched Sanata Fe burrito thing, smothered in a rancho sauce that comes with a side of rice and corn chips. Real healthy huh?

It was the best freaking burrito ever. I enjoyed every cheese smothered bite and I finished the entire burrito, minus a few of the beans. I didn't eat the chips or the rice but who needed to after that mega meal?

We left the restaurant and headed directly to our favorite Italian Ice cream shop, Pisa Ijs (pronounced Ice) where I had a small cup of 3 different flavors which were equally as divine as the meal.

I have a feeling that I should feel guilty but you know what? I don't. At all. It was a once in a very great while thing and I enjoyed it thoroughly. I'm not going to become a repeat offender of the calorific evening and like I told The Pound Slayer in his post about if he should give into his craving for a hot fudge sundae or not. Nobody got healthy by eating one salad and nobody got fat by having one sundae (or burrito or piece of cake or whatever it is you're craving).

And to quote... well myself...nothing is done or undone in one snack, one meal, one day, one week or even one month. I had a fantabulous meal. I enjoyed it. It's over. On I go.


Chic Ink Designs said...

It happens to the best of us! I'm glad you enjoyed your heavanly burrito.

Lynn said...

Your attitude is great, you enjoyed the meal and didn't let it keep you off track. That's how it should be!

It's 3pm here and your description has made my belly growl in anticipation of my homemade tacos for supper! :)