Nachooooohhhhhhsss
So, I'm going to keep it real in this post. I'm not perfect. Never have been, never will be and no desire to be. That goes for my eating too. I figure today's adventure was a good reminder of why I chose to eat like I do. So here's the story: I have had a rough few days at work. This means that eating is sketchy at best. Yes, I should make time to eat. But I don't. One day, I'll figure out how to find that balance. One day. Today's form of crazy meant I'd had absolutely no calories outside coffee with soy creamer until noon. I'd been running around all morning between classrooms. I don't think I sat once so I was actively burning calories I hadn't fueled on. Of course, we all make great food choices when you're starving. So, when my boss offered to pick up food from the taqueria around the corner I said yes. And I didn't make a sensible choice. Chicken nachos it was. I'm not sure anything was plant based or even...