You read that right. That’s all I eat. Because I’m super serious about being healthy and super aware of what goes into my body, all I’ve been eating lately are salads.
You see, I’ve been working on losing weight. Now, generally, I count my calories (and other things, such as protein and fiber intake), and I make sure that I’m eating enough calories, but also that I’m exercising at a level that makes sure I have a deficit of calories at the end of the day. I’m pretty serious about staying hydrated, and I’m equally serious about not consuming specific things (like diet drinks, which generally have aspartame or other sweeteners that are HORRID for the body- but that’s a subject for another day).
You see, I’ve been working on losing weight. Now, generally, I count my calories (and other things, such as protein and fiber intake), and I make sure that I’m eating enough calories, but also that I’m exercising at a level that makes sure I have a deficit of calories at the end of the day. I’m pretty serious about staying hydrated, and I’m equally serious about not consuming specific things (like diet drinks, which generally have aspartame or other sweeteners that are HORRID for the body- but that’s a subject for another day).
Last week, my sister in law came to visit me, and she’s crazy observant about what goes into her body, as well. We dined on salads in style for a week. We had appetizer salads, main course salads, there was a warm salad for breakfast one morning, and even dessert salads. I completely quit counting calories, or worrying about working out, because I knew it was pointless with the amount of salad I was eating.
By the way, when I use the word salad, I’m using it in the simplest sense of the word. One of the definitions that Merriam Webster assigns to the word “salad” is: a usually incongruous mixture. In other words, a bunch of things thrown together.
Like cookie dough.
And TexMex scrambled eggs.
And fajitas.
And cake balls.
And chicken lasagna.
Have I mentioned the cookie dough?
Okay- so I guess they aren’t what you might consider salads- but technically, all of these things are just an incongruous mixture.
The other day, I ate an entire batch of cookies. But it was okay because the pound of brown sugar I used in the recipe was gluten free. And then I stared at my yoga mat for awhile while I sipped on a blended iced coffee. After that, I entered “homemade salad” and “caffeine protein shake” into my fitness pal and went to bed.
Maybe I’ll quit eating salads tomorrow.
By the way, when I use the word salad, I’m using it in the simplest sense of the word. One of the definitions that Merriam Webster assigns to the word “salad” is: a usually incongruous mixture. In other words, a bunch of things thrown together.
Like cookie dough.
And TexMex scrambled eggs.
And fajitas.
And cake balls.
And chicken lasagna.
Have I mentioned the cookie dough?
Okay- so I guess they aren’t what you might consider salads- but technically, all of these things are just an incongruous mixture.
The other day, I ate an entire batch of cookies. But it was okay because the pound of brown sugar I used in the recipe was gluten free. And then I stared at my yoga mat for awhile while I sipped on a blended iced coffee. After that, I entered “homemade salad” and “caffeine protein shake” into my fitness pal and went to bed.
Maybe I’ll quit eating salads tomorrow.
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