Haven’t blogged in awhile, but I’ve recently made (another) move toward eating healthier and exercising regularly. I’m happy to report that, as of Day 3, everything is going well! LOL
In an attempt to eat one meal a day that is carb-free, this was my supper tonight (after my jog…yay me!):
Super supper salad
You’ll notice the hard-boiled egg.
Anyone who knows me well may be somewhat confused by its presence on my plate, because up until about 5-6 years ago, I detested eggs. Always have, even as a baby. It was just one of those weird food aversions — illogical and mostly inexplicable.
But somewhere in my mid-twenties, I decided to give them another try. Even I had to admit, as a food, the ubiquitous egg is somewhat hard to avoid. They’re everywhere. So, exhausted by the effort of avoiding “nature’s only complete protein” and constantly justifying my dislike for them, I held my nose and dove in… to a plate of scrambled eggs.
And I was pleasantly surprised. Not bad, or at the very least edible. I didn’t throw up or pass out, and the world didn’t suddenly implode. So, very slowly, my tentative relationship with the egg blossomed. It even grew to include quiche and omelette. My only two cardinal rules: 1) the eggs must never be runny; AND 2) the white and the yolk must never be distinguishable from each other.
Until tonight, those rules had served me well, enabling me to carry on a mostly uncomplicated relationship with the egg. Platonic, shall we say. But after arriving home from my run this evening, I decided I needed an extra ingredient for my dinner salad that was not a carb. My eyes lit on the carton of eggs. After feeling ridiculously silly for having to call Mom to check on the cooking time of a hard-boiled egg (gimme a break! I’ve avoided them all my life!!), I popped two in a pot and hoped for the best.
And I have to admit, it wasn’t bad. Even though it broke cardinal rule #2, I didn’t have to force it down. OK, I never actually took a bite of egg alone, instead smothering it with sliced turkey, cheese and greens, but the taste was still quite distinguishable, and not completely revolting.
Hey, I think I’ll even have the second one for lunch tomorrow! Who knows? This may be the start of a beautiful friendship.
