Day 31 ended with a burrito. A big, fat, chicken one. With guac.
But it had started so well!
I had woken up early, loving the fact that I had such a clear head on a Saturday. Sad to say, but that’s not been the norm to date – Friday nights out on the town are one of my most favourite things in life. As a result, I felt like I could conquer the world! Or at the very least conquer my bad habits and have a golden day*.
Mags and I went to Barry’s Bootcamp in the morning and killed the workout. (Big fan now, by the way. Huge.) This was followed by a green juice from Pressed Juicery and a healthy brunch of eggs and salmon in Savor., Noe Valley.
‘No, bread,’ I told the waiter, with a smug smile. ‘And, no, I don’t want a box for those potatoes I left behind.’
Next stop after brunch, was none other than Dolores Park. Thinking about it, I really should have anticipated my downfall.
A bunch of us had decided to go watch the movie they were showing that night, as part of their movie series. I was so excited about it! This is such a Californian thing to do, in my mind. The fact that you can sit outside, in a park and watch a movie and not have to worry about rain, or wind or the gangster pigeons you’d sometimes get in a Dublin park – it blows the mind.
The movie started at 8.30pm, so the plan was to get there at 3.30pm to secure a good spot and have a picnic beforehand.
The fatal mistake I made was not planning what to bring in advance.
I was running late and still full from brunch, so I thought I wouldn’t need to eat anything (eh, in what world would that ever happen, Michelle??). I then wanted to get some alcohol like all the cool kids were doing so I went into the Bi-Rite Market near the park. It was so jammed I ended up panic buying some BEER!
It all went downhill from then.
Of course, the others had brought an amazing spread with them, and of course, I got hungry so I was powerless to resist.
So, first this happened:
And then flash forward, past a few handfuls of kettle chips, more beer, dancing at a friend’s house, out to a bar, another beer, and then finally this happened:
Despite having grazed all day my stomach was hungry for something more substantial and nourishing. A burrito was the perfect answer, obvs!
But, fate, the heavens and the angels are obviously all working hard to keep me on my healthy eating track.
Just as I was sitting down at the kitchen table, all set to enjoy my greasy, fatty, unhealthy indulgence, my roommate Quinn suddenly appeared at the door.
‘YOU’RE EATING A BURRITO?!?’ he cried, incredulously.
Caught in the act, with the burrito half-way to my mouth.
Note, Quinn doesn’t even know about my 100 Healthy Day Challenge, by the way. He’s just a Californian and the idea of eating a burrito, late at night, was probably just shocking in general to him.
‘Emmm, yes,’ I replied, red-faced, ‘Hungry, you know.’
He stared at me, still in obvious shock.
I looked down and the burrito, and back to him.
‘Actually, you know what, this is way too big for me. I’m stuffed.’ (Lies, pure lies). ‘Do you want some?’
I could see the same internal, mental struggle I was suffering from, painted on his face.
‘Well, maybe just a bite,’ he said, after a while.
And proceeded to eat the whole thing.
The next day I woke up, feeling thankful for the unexpected intervention. One of these days, I will be able to intervene on my own behalf and truly have the, as of yet, elusive golden Saturday.
This day was not perfect, by any stretch of the imagination. But, I am determined to plan better for the next time.
(*NOTE: A golden day is what I’m calling a day where I make all the right decisions from a healthy living point of view.)