This is the third week that I’ve asked myself to have a healthy salad for one of my lunches M-F.  It’s interesting, too.  By lunchtime, I’m usually experiencing some kind of work-related stress, worry or anger, or maybe a little sadness that I’m not home with Baby Blue.  These feelings traditionally cause me to choose the kind of lunch  I deserve:  fattening, yummy and sinful.  The cafeteria at work has a great salad bar, but salad never seemed to be a good solution to my suffering.  Bacon, avocado, mayo, cheese — now we’re talking. 

But now that I’ve promised myself to have a salad just one day each week, it’s almost like a game, a puzzle.  I have to consider what’s up during the week: lunch plans on Wednesday?  Nursing Blue Monday?  Last week, Thursday rolled around and I hadn’t had that salad yet, so I knew all morning what was for lunch.  This week, I thought I’d get it out of the way early and had one today — walked into the cafeteria and headed straight for that salad bar.

And it didn’t even suck.

Written by Cheryl on Tuesday, September 1st, 2009 at 10:21 pm
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