Guys. We have nearly made it through the wilderness of healthy-eating January. Take a moment to congratulate yourself for every hearty pile of kale, every serving of whole grains and every lean protein eaten over the past several weeks – they’ve been doing the Lord’s work, atoning for past indulgence with a cleansing wash of nutrients. I have to say, though, this year it has felt more like a gift than a penance.
With salads and grain bowls, oatmeal and juices, we have been reborn. Maybe I’m just getting old and persnickety, but after a year or two of tweaking my eating habits, I’m actually starting to like such adult concepts as more-vegetables-than-starch on a plate or fruit for dessert. I know, I KNOW.
Somebody take my temperature.
After two weeks of unbridled holiday gorging in Texas, the month of reckoning is upon me – being sustained solely by a diet of Tex-Mex, barbecue, kolaches and Christmas cookies, my body hates it when I go on vacation.
But I’ve gone through the wilderness and have emerged ready for all things green, nutritious and light.
As a general policy, I try to eat pretty healthily in my day-to-day life, focusing on eating fresh, whole foods and preparing meals at home, managing portions (sometimes) and even counting calories when I’m feeling motivated. I do have a serious weakness for dessert that is managed some days better than others, but as a rule, I try to keep it together nutritionally.
That is, except for “special occasions.”
I’m a summer baby. Born and bred (clap clap clap clap) deep in the heart of Texas, I grew up where the main seasons are summer and slightly less summer, so the antagonizingly pleasant weather here in Denver has always thrown me off-kilter a bit.
Only on rare occasions does it get oppressively hot, and it’s such a change from the banality of consistently perfect weather, that it’s a welcome change.
I like to go outside and soak in that heat like a snake on a rock on those days. Heat like that makes me want to eat like I should eat all year round – light and healthy, fresh, whole ingredients with minimal fussing.
It’s practically the only time I’ll eat a salad.