Recently, with the start of a new year, I have decided to live a semi-healthy life. I decided to incorporate salads into my life. Now, I’m not a salad person. Never a fan of the leafy green stuff, if I ate it was usually because it came with the main course. So I tried to avoid eating them but as I’ve gotten older and realizing it is tougher to keep the weight off, it is time to make some adjustments. So, I welcome salads with open arms/mind/stomach. What I didn’t realize was that I was entering into a different culture.
The salad culture, or as I refer to those who do salads for lunch (saladites) are a protective bunch. They pride themselves in knowing what they want to include in their salads, without looking at the board or the choices in front of them. They also have mastered the dressings and the whole process takes less than 5 minutes to get their salad and be on their way to work or wherever they intend to head with salad in hand.
I’m a newbie and it shows.
I look at the board, trying to determine what to place into my salad. Do I like certain combinations? Will I eat that? Why are there so many choices? The first step is choosing the size of the salad. I go with the small since I do not want to waste food. Then there are the choices, mixed greens, spinach, romaine. I go with mixed greens. Can’t go wrong with mixed stuff, right? With my bowl in hand I enter the line. I see some people glance at me and imagine it must be cause I don’t look familiar. They sense my amateur status. So I hold my bowl a little tighter and wait patiently on line, studying the list so not to take too long and piss off the line. So far, I’ve gotten the hang of things but much like New Year’s resolutioners, the saladites I have met don’t think I’m going to be there for the long haul. They have seen my types come and go. I told them while every lunch will not be a salad lunch, mark my word, I will be there at least once a week.
Today was my first time this week and it was good. Going for two tomorrow. Let’s roll.