Every winter Andrew and I schedule the Broncos v. Zags games as date nights, drumming up our Alma Mater rivalry for some good old-fashioned competitive fun. We'll go out to a sports bar, order beers and nachos, and trash talk throughout the game. This year, we've started doing it a little differently: sofa seats. We've decided to forgo the bar and recreate it in our "home theater." Andrew streams the game on our luxurious 24-inch television, and I handle dinner. We decided to go with sports bar type food in the spirit of the event (burgers and beer), but I'm working really hard to stay on track and Andrew's being supportive, so we changed it up a bit.
Dinner was black bean turkey burgers on whole wheat bageleans with pepper jack cheese, avocado, lettuce, and tomato. I also picked up honey mustard pretzel bites (one of my favorite snacks) and some bud light. The burger ended up being giant, and in its entirety was only 490 calories. I had some pretzels and a single beer, which brought my daily total above what my recommended net intake is (if you're trying to lose 2 lbs a week), so after the game, I powered out a Jillian Michaels six-pack workout. It's hard after a beer, man! But I did it, and I didn't puke. Go me.
I am pleased to say, last night my Broncos kicked Andrew's Zags' asses 85 to 71. This is a huge upset, because it's always been the other way around since we started dating almost five years ago. I'll admit: I gloated. A lot.
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