Remember how last night I posted about my concerns about pigging out on tortilla chips? The fiesta is over and the results are in. Did I win my battle against the siren song of freshly fried tortilla chips? Read on to find out!
I did not eat a single chip. Not a bite, lick or taste. Zip. Zero. Nada. Zilch.
Nary a chip crossed my lips! Not gonna lie, it was hard. I was starving, the food took forever to come out, but I didn’t do it. Because I knew once I went into that territory and even one salty, sumptuous corn triangle crossed my lips, I’d be done for. I’m like an alcoholic around three things: tortilla chips, movie theatre popcorn, and sourdough bread. Sometimes avoidance is best.
I’m pretty proud of myself. It’s kind of dumb to have to think, “Wow, I can’t even eat a tortilla chip without getting all bingey”, but that’s the American way. The average basket of restaurant size tortilla chips is 500 calories. And I’ve totally eaten like two baskets on my own – and I know other people do it too. Why do we eat before we eat? Weird, right? In this case, it’s better to just refrain. Tonight, I have no chips on my conscience and happily, no chip on my shoulder.