Workout=Chipotle!

There is something about Zumba class that makes me want Mexican food real bad. I'm not sure if it's the music or what, but I can't wait for class to be over so I can stop at Chipotle on the way home. Now I know what you're probably thinking. What's the point of working out if you're just going to pig out afterwards... Not to worry. I'm very strict on how many calories I take in per day and I stay within that range. Plus I'm losing the weight so it must not be hurting me too bad right? (that's me justifying my addiction to myself!) The other day I was absolutely starving by the time class was over and all I could think about was getting to Chipotle as fast as possible. As I was walking through the parking lot I noticed a lady heading to Chipotle too. I quickened my step a little and to my surprise...she did too. So I sped up a little more and guess what? She sped up too. Oh no she didn't! There was no way this lady was going to get in line ahead of me (I'm a bit competitive). Before I knew it I was on a full out sprint to the door. I managed to beat her to the door by half a step and then....('m so ashamed) I pretended that I hadn't even noticed her as flung open the door and got in line. With a smug little smile I snuck a quick glance behind me only to realize that there was no one there. Where had she gone? I glanced around the restaurant and to my chagrin saw the lady that I had beaten to the door happily eating her food that her husband had already ordered. Who was laughing now? Not me that's for sure. Geesh! What is wrong with me?! That will teach me to be so competitive.