A Salad Story

Around this time last summer, before Joel came into my life, I ate salad two or three times a day. I’d lost 30 pounds after graduating college and transitioning to be GF, and I made up this crazy rule that if I ate anything other than salad and oatmeal, I’d gain it all back.

I made really good salads, with cheese and bacon and occasionally obscene amounts of guacamole. And I was not afraid of olive oil based salad dressings, so I’m confident that I was eating enough. But if my meal didn’t revolve around salad, I freaked out.

This was really hard for me to keep up when Joel and I started dating because he’s not crazy and didn’t want to eat that much salad, and I was constantly in fear of weight gain. Something finally clicked for me this winter – namely, I got sick of salad! I’ll still eat the stuff from time to time, but I can’t make a whole meal out of it anymore.

This was a delicious side salad I had with dinner tonight. A mix of butter lettuce and romaine, roasted peppers, and raw carrot and cherry tomatoes.

Joel and I are good at eating our vegetables. It’s just not always salad.