FIVE DAYS A CAVECHICK.
Things are usually a lot easier when you have a game plan.
Eating well is a whole lot easier when you work really close to a phenomenal Whole Foods salad bar.
And when you go to the city after raiding your boss’ fridge with tons of snacks in your bag, it’s even easier still.
On Friday, I scrambled up a big pan of scrambled eggs with tomato, onion, bell peppers, mushrooms, arugula, spinach, and basil. I saved half of it for breakfast on Saturday, which was probably the smartest thing I’ve ever done because it was amazing. Things were pretty standard on the food front until I got into the city on Friday night, where I made a beeline for the Whole Foods salad bar after getting off the train, wolfing down some sashimi and a salad, and crashing on a couch.
You don’t live as a 20-something in New York until you crash on a couch at least once. (Bonus points if you sleep only feet away from 80% of your worldly possessions, because that was irony running deep at its best.)
Saturday was a lot of the same — the scrambled eggs I’d saved, and poached spinach, kale & avocado salad, sprout salad, and other assorted vegetables for lunch. I also ran sprints for 15 minutes before having my ass handed to me by my friend, and then met up with the best girl ever for dinner and time to catch up. And I had steak for dinner. And it wasn’t half bad. (Granted, I ate the escarole and the asparagus first, and I saved half of the 12 oz monster for Sunday lunch, but it’s all about baby steps, right?)
Also, I had the peppers for a late night snack. Megan had the ice cream. I lived vicariously through her.
And then today? Today was brought to you by the salad bar, salmon, steak, Starbucks, shrimp, and… I was going to go for alliteration, but I wilted kale down in hot water and then sauteed it up with a splash of olive oil, lemon juice, garlic powder and chili flakes. I tossed all of that with broccoli, zucchini, summer squash, eggplant, and the shrimp, and holy mother. Chili transforms everything.
(I also managed to push through an hour on the elliptical, because if I didn’t, I’d wake up tomorrow absolutely unable to use my arms. Worst hour ever, but entirely worth it.)
And now it’s been five days that I’ve been on the whole paleo tip. It hasn’t been bad, partially because I ate so many vegetables to begin with, but I do miss the habit of just reaching for things like ricotta cheese and peanut butter. I know things will get a lot tougher once I really have a weak moment, but I haven’t let myself think of that eventuality. It’s one day at a time. My stomach already does feel better, though, and my energy level does too.
But I am glad that I’m back to my own — my boss’ own? — fridge. Because seriously, as great as the salad bar is, my bank account felt that and it felt it bad.