est-ce que tu rêves encore?

I don't know what I was dreaming about last night, but I woke up in a great mood.

And thennn... I made my triumphant return to the gym. Springtime in Iowa means intolerable humidity. The heat isn't such a bother, a balmy 70 degrees in the morning, peaking at 80 in the afternoon... my desert-raised self laughs at temperatures below 96 degrees (ninety-six EXACTLY). But my last attempt at running outdoors led to me almost dying (seriously). The fluid hanging in the air made it impossible for me to catch my breath, 15 minutes into my run I was seeing spots and feeling queasy so I cut my losses and walked home. Talk about disappointment.

Thankfully, I'm over-privileged and I have many options at my disposal when it comes to sweating in public. Plus, my workouts have taken a turn for the blah and I was looking forward to shaking things up a bit. I ran one mile on the treadmill, three on the elliptical, then did half an hour of Pilates with my new BFF, Hilary Burnett. And then, I lunched.

I made the switch to wheat tortillas about a year ago when I found out that a single flour tortilla of the brand I buy packs a whopping 210 calories. Shocking, I know. I found a brand of wheat tortillas that is moist, pliable, decent in size, tolerable in taste, and only has 100 calories per piece. The catch: I can only find this brand at Sam's Club which is 30 miles from where I live. Sad story. In a pinch, I picked up Mission's 96% fat free wheat tortillas and put simply, THEY SUCK. SUCK SUCK SUCK.

I'm Texican, so life without tortillas doesn't exist for me. I didn't have sandwiches growing up, bread is somewhat of a foreign concept to me. I like my carbs flat, warmed on the stove top, stuffed with beans and rolled into a cute and portable package.

Welcome to Texico. We only eat burritos here.

I stupidly bought two packages of the Mission brand's abomination and it breaks my heart to have them mocking me from inside the fridge because I can't bring myself to throw them out. I could never hurt a tortilla like that. But nasty shit like that has no business inside my belly. Gross.