I have a little tradition with a few of my friends. We go to an Institute class on Tuesday nights and then head to Del Taco for Taco Tuesday–where you can get 3 tacos for $1.09. The tacos aren’t very big, and generally I can eat around 6 without feeling too bad about it.
A few weeks ago, Chris, a newcomer to Taco Tuesday night, dared me to eat 12 tacos the next week. Now, I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but I’m not one for backing down from a dare. He said he would buy my 12 tacos and make me a t-shirt if I did it. Even better! I also happen to have a soft spot for custom-made t-shirts. So the challenge was on!
Sometime between that night and the next week, Chris started to rethink things. He said he didn’t feel like me eating my weight in tacos was going to be enough, and he upped the challenge to 15 tacos. Luckily, the deal sweetened too. If I could eat 12, he would buy the tacos that night and I would still get my t-shirt. If I could eat 15, I would get the tacos, a t-shirt, and tacos for the rest of the semester. And so the challenge began . . .
Here I am with my tray o’ tacos–7 soft and 8 hard. The long-standing rule on Taco Tuesday night is that you have to alternate hard with soft. Do you see the look of optimism in my eyes?
Here I am with my first hard taco. I can totally do this.
My first soft taco . . . still feeling good.
This is the halfway point. I’m starting to lose a little color in my face, but at 7 1/2 tacos I haven’t really eaten that many more than I would have normally. I WANT that t-shirt!
I think this was lucky taco #12. It starts to get a little fuzzy at this point because I started blacking out from a cheese, meat, lettuce overdose.
Forty minutes after we started the challenge, I made it to taco #15. Everyone commented about how full the tacos were that night. Oh great! Why?!? Why did Del Taco pick that
night to not go skimpy on their tacos? Luckily, there was a little taco in the bunch. That was my saving grace. If you look really closely at this picture I think you can see the tears in my eyes. But I was still determined to make it through.
Jerusha had said she was going to stand up and clap as I ate the last taco, and Sharley was going to film it. But, they both gave up about 3 minutes into it. I never said I would eat them quickly, I just said I would eat them.
Five minutes after I started the last taco, and 45 minutes after I started the whole challenge, I reached the final, victorious bite!
And then wanted to die!
The next morning when I got on the scale I had gained 3 pounds. Maybe eating 15 tacos at 10:30 at night and then going to bed isn’t a great idea. I think I only ate an orange and some pudding the next day. I think Chris gets off a little bit easily in this situation because I don’t really want to ever look at another taco again. Lesson learned!