Day 3

Um, hi.

So I'm going to talk tacos, but then I want to tell you about my trip to the gym today (it's probably a good idea to exercise if you're going to do something like eat tacos every single day).  The gym thing is on the front of my mind, so I'm maybe going to breeze through the taco thing.

Ready?  Ok.

Today was Avocado Chicken Salad Tacos for lunch day.  I used flour tortillas, spinach, and salsa with my chicken salad.  On the side, leftover apple/asian pear salad and a piece of birthday cake.

Side note about birthday cake: I love it when coworkers have birthdays.  Turns out, I also kinda love it when the sticker on the outside of a cake box says something like, "white cake filled with 2 lbs of vanilla creme."  2 POUNDS OF VANILLA CREME.

Here's the tacos:

That orange in the picture is still in the fridge at work. Instead, I had cake.  Obviously.

The avocado chicken salad was pretty darn good.  The idea is to use mashed avocado instead of mayo.  I'm no food scientist, but seems like a pretty safe bet that 1 avocado is better for you than an equal amount of mayo.  I made ours with 2 poached chicken breasts (I am thankful that chicken breast poaching is a part of my life now.), 1 ripe avocado, 1 handful chopped cilantro, 2 sliced green onions, salt, pepper, and the juice of 1 lime.  The blog from whence the recipe originally came is here.  You know what?  If you don't have a Pinterest account, get with the program, sign up, and start following me...or at least my 30 Days Of Tacos board.  Pinterest will change your life (or at least fill it with pretty pictures).

Now, for my much anticipated 

Story About The Gym,

or

Why I Don't Like Zumba.   

I went to my first hour-long kickboxing class 2 weeks ago.  I felt tired, and sweaty, and amazing afterwards, and was looking forward to making this class a weekly thing.  Last week, circumstances kept me from kickboxing, but I'd been excited to get back to it this week.  After work, I did a little grocery shopping (for tomorrows tacos), tried to take a nap (I love naps, but usually suck at actually sleeping during them), and changed into some ass-kicking gear.  When I arrived at the gym, I checked in, filled my waterbottle, and headed into Studio A to await class.  A few minutes before class started, a stranger informed us that she would be substitute teaching for the normal instructor, but that she would be teaching Zumba instead of Kickboxing. 

I was not impressed. 

I tried very hard, however, to keep an open mind.  I'd heard that Zumba is an excellent workout, and the muscular looking people in the Zumba infomercials sure seem to like it. 

It wasn't the workout that kickboxing seems to be.  Please don't misunderstand me.  I did sweat.  Just not with the intensity with which I expected.  Also, Zumba seems to be almost exactly the opposite of kickboxing on the cardio-class spectrum.  I like kickboxing because there are punches, kicks, knees, elbows, and jumps.  Everyone is doing the same thing.  I get to pretend to punch the back of the head of the girl in front of me, and then pretend to kick the knee of the girl next to me.  It's refreshingly violent.  Also, there are a finite number of Tuesdays for me to practice kickboxing before the inevitable zombie apolcalypse, and I'd really like to be as skilled at ass-kicking as possible when that happens.

Zumba, on the other hand, is much more about feeling awkward and clumsy and self concious.  It's all loose hips, flaily arms, and the only thing you get to strike is a pose at the end of the song.  It will help in the zombie apocalypse only if it's the kind of zombies from Thriller.

So, that was my gym experience.  I was thinking during class that finding a Zumba class and continuing to go to it would probably make me a better person (the kind who can have fun doing Zumba, dance in public, dance in the privacy of my own home, sing in the shower, etc...), but I'd rather not feel uncomfortable so I probably won't do that.  Ew.

THE END

Ok, see you guys tomorrow!