After a few days of eating a laughable amount of produce (caramel apples and pizza sauce count, right?), it seemed like a good idea to pull out all of the stops and throw together a big ol' salad:
Aye, she was a big 'n', indeed. In the mix:
- about a handful of spinach spring mix
- a few handfuls of romaine/iceberg/red cabbage/carrot/radish mix
- more grated carrot
- beets (my first time trying them- not too shabby!)
- black olives
- grilled chicken
- crimini mushrooms
- light salsa ranch dressing
- grated parmesan
- crushed red pepper
- green onion
I contemplated saving some of it for tomorrow, but it was one of those dishes I couldn't tear myself away from because each bite had a different combo of mix-ins, all of which were crazy-awesome. It was like a salad adventure, heh. I've been craving chickpeas for about a week now too, so those hit the spot all on their own.
Although the salad proved to be the healthiest, most balanced thing I ate in days, I'm still feeling the lovely pudgy effects of the aforementioned junk. Still no guilt, but definitely ready to lighten things up in the coming days, food wise. My body has a threshold for too much crap and is looking forward to all of that good, whole, fresh stuff. And I'm proud of myself for not beating myself up with exercise so far either. I got a workout in today just to feel alive and get my blood flowin', not so much to burn off ice cream.
I'm feeling good right now. Content, not stressed. Calm, not guilt-ridden. Should I have practiced better eating habits the past few days? Of course. Always. But I didn't and the world is indeed still intact. Progress. She feels good.