I’m not sure what 2021 is going to bring, but one thing I am declaring right now: 2021 is the Year of the Salad in my household.
My one and only goal this year is to eat a minimum of four salads a week. This may be the most daunting goal I’ve ever set. I hate salads. H-A-T-E them. My friends love them. “They’re so healthy!” they say. “And delicious!” Well, maybe they’re healthy. Delicious? Oh, ho-ho, I laugh. I’ve had salads before. They look pretty on the plate with all of their colors and interesting shapes. But they have a critical deficit: flavor. I suppose there is a tasty salad out there that I have yet to meet. I’m determined to find it this year if I have to die trying.
Why am I putting myself through this?
I have to eat better. I lack the energy I once had, and, like so many others, I’ve gained the “COVID 10.” I’m going to start with pre-packaged salads because they require the least amount of effort. If I can establish new habits I hope to advance to more creative salads of my own design. How long does it take to establish a habit? Thirty days? Oh my.
The salad pictured here is a pre-packaged number from the Walmart deli. I have to say, for salads, they’re edible. (they’re not as good as, say, Sausage Egg McMuffins, but somewhat better than plain kale, which isn’t saying much).
Here’s to new beginnings. And will power.
