Son of a bitch. Foiled again, people. In our move and rushing around, The hubby and I decided to drive thru Burger King. I'm still trying to lose weight so already I'm a little panicked.
Now i haven't had Burger King in at least a year, so I wasn't sure what I was going to order. Maybe a whopper jr., no cheese, no mayo? Maybe a salad with nothing? Ugh. It's been a while, so I was surprised to see the option of a "Morning Star" Veggie burger. OK, score. I'm not naive enough to think this is a perfect meal - the all white bread sesame seed bun is not awesome and there's a good chance that there's some kind of added fats snuck into the veggie patty but it is better than the Whopper with Cheese I was beginning to kind of fantasize about...
So we drive away and pull up to the new place. Husband digs into some monstrosity of a burger (that I kindly told him will leave me a widow if he keeps that up... yeah that went over big...) and I dug into the veggie burger... that was slathered in mayo. REALLY? Mayo? How about a little heads up on that one. I would've asked for them to hold it if in a million years I thought mayo might cover my veggie burger. UGH. SOOOO annoying. And listen. Mayo is delicious. In the day it was my favorite condiment. So did I throw it away? Hell no. The mayo was probably the best part of the effing veggie burger - but that, is besides the point.
Anyway, so I was feeling guilty and once again wasn't going to run today because it was a full on day of lifting boxes, packing and moving but once I got my son situated and my husband on the couch, - those sneakers called to me... Burn off the mayo, baby.
I didn't have a lot of time - Hubby had to go in 15 minutes so I threw on the sneaks and bolted around the hood - about a mile and a half and did it at a 5.3 pace partially up a very steep hill. I was panting and sweating but I made every second of that 1.5 count and I think I burned up the mayo!