If you've read my wife's blog in the last couple days, you know that I've been required to work extra long hours the past few days (and probably all of next week). Since driving to work in the dark and driving home from work in the dark in the same day is a depressing task in and of itself (not to mention the 9-10 hours at my desk cutting and pasting spreadsheets) I decided to treat myself today.
So for lunch I went to Neato Burrito. Because I love Neato Burrito.
The problem with a Neato Burrito is that it is HUGE. It's as big as my head and weighs more than my nephew. Okay, maybe not that big, but it's big. And delicious.
This is why Neato Burrito is often my treat after a long day on the trail or on my bike. You're supposed to replace those calories you've burned at what better way than a cowboy crunch (cajun chicken, refried beans, cheese, barbecue sauce, lettuce, crushed tortilla chips and ranch dressing) burrito?
This is also why it is a poor choice when you've been sitting in the same chair for five hours and will spend your entire afternoon in the same chair. A very poor choice.
I actually ate the burrito at my desk, and sadly the burrito was falling apart even within it's shiny foil wrapper. This burrito was fairly poorly constructed (I've noticed that's been a trend lately). So I dumped it onto the paper plate (distributed with every burrito) and went at it with a (plastic)fork and (plastic)knife.
Things were going swimmingly until I got about halfway through the burrito when I started slowing down. I took a sip of water and a deep breathe (not at the same time). I managed to get through another quarter of the burrito before being stymied by its girth and my lack of caloric need.
So three-quarters of a cowboy crunch burrito sat in my stomach. All afternoon. And there's a lot of work to get done. This was not a good combination. My eyes drooped and I slouched in my chair. Having to work late on a Friday was bad enough, but doing so with roughly twelve pounds of burrito in my stomach was torture. But I made it, and I'm home now. And it's 7:30 and I think I'll be having water for dinner. And maybe a clementine.
So for lunch I went to Neato Burrito. Because I love Neato Burrito.
The problem with a Neato Burrito is that it is HUGE. It's as big as my head and weighs more than my nephew. Okay, maybe not that big, but it's big. And delicious.
This is why Neato Burrito is often my treat after a long day on the trail or on my bike. You're supposed to replace those calories you've burned at what better way than a cowboy crunch (cajun chicken, refried beans, cheese, barbecue sauce, lettuce, crushed tortilla chips and ranch dressing) burrito?
This is also why it is a poor choice when you've been sitting in the same chair for five hours and will spend your entire afternoon in the same chair. A very poor choice.
I actually ate the burrito at my desk, and sadly the burrito was falling apart even within it's shiny foil wrapper. This burrito was fairly poorly constructed (I've noticed that's been a trend lately). So I dumped it onto the paper plate (distributed with every burrito) and went at it with a (plastic)fork and (plastic)knife.
Things were going swimmingly until I got about halfway through the burrito when I started slowing down. I took a sip of water and a deep breathe (not at the same time). I managed to get through another quarter of the burrito before being stymied by its girth and my lack of caloric need.
So three-quarters of a cowboy crunch burrito sat in my stomach. All afternoon. And there's a lot of work to get done. This was not a good combination. My eyes drooped and I slouched in my chair. Having to work late on a Friday was bad enough, but doing so with roughly twelve pounds of burrito in my stomach was torture. But I made it, and I'm home now. And it's 7:30 and I think I'll be having water for dinner. And maybe a clementine.
Poor Beth!
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