I -love- tacos. Real tacos, Taco bell tacos, my Midwest-white-girl-homemade tacos. MMM-mmmm, love me some tacos. Which brings to my major dieting lamentation. Taco shells are like diet kryptonite. Soft or hard shells are both equally awful. I've found a 100 calorie flat-bread substitute, but (unless I'm drunk or have decided not to care about the difference), it's like eating taco fixin's inside a thin sheet of wet cardboard. I need to find an economical taco shell substitute to enjoy my taco awesome. I have this great idea for grinding up veggies and adding taco seasoning to replace the meat and and if it worked and I could find a lo-cal taco shell, I'd have a way to satisfy my taco desires without adding tonnage to my tush.Somebody help a girl out.
Okay, moving on.
I'm having a skinny latte for breakfast since the thought of solid food made me feel a bit seasick this morning. When I have a cold, solid food makes me a little green. So, did I mention I have a cold,(no really, it sucks) the symtoms of which, I'm trying to manage without internal medications. So Vicks, saline spray, and cough drops are the only comforts I have, well, and my daughters' super awesome elephant humidifier. I hate that feeling when you wake up in the middle of the night and your mouth is so dry that your tongue sticks to itself and you feel like Jim Carrey in Me, Myself and Irene.
Ele the Phunt helps with that, blowing a stream of water mist over my bed to help keep me from dreaming about empty cups and broken straws. (for serious, this a reoccurring nightmare when I'm sick. I'm so thirsty and there are cups everywhere but most are empty and the ones that aren't have broken straws.)
I need to clean my house tonight, but I doubt it will happen, I'll probably just make some chicken soup and lay on the couch feeling miserable. But, I have the munches who will bring me bottles of water and a new book to read ( I love you Jennifer Wiener!) so it's not all bad.