The day my brother leaves, I get a NASTY cold. I’ve basically been in bed the last 5 days hacking up half a lung, and CONSTANTLY blowing my nose. My poor nose is red, raw, and just ready to be done with this cold. So I finally caved and bought the fancy kleenex. You know, the stuff you never even think to buy because 1. it’s way to expensive to simply blow boogers into 2. does it REALLY feel that much better on your nose? Well, I’ll tell ya, I’m a fancy kleenex convert. I’m perfectly happy paying a few extra $$ for my nose not to try and disconnect from my face when it sees a tissue coming towards it. ANYWAY! That’s a brief update on my life… Now onto this salad.
Something happened the other day that completely knocked me off my feet. I for sure pee’d my pants a little.
Jon said these words, just casually in passing one day. I pretended I didn’t hear him because I needed him to repeat it for it to really be real.
Jon: “I’ve been thinking, and I’m going to add more fruits and vegetables to my diet.”
Me: “WHAT? Repeat, please. Speak into my good ear.”
Jon: “I want to start eating more fruits and vegeies and less meat. Not giving up meat, just less.”
That’s when I started peeing. And sorta laughing. I couldn’t contain my excitement, nope, I just couldn’t.
This is HUGE in our house! See, after Jon did the Dukan diet last year he’s been continuing, very loosely, with the diet. He eats his normal diet most of the week and then one or 2 days a week does the ‘all protein’ days like the book says. This is really annoying for me because most of my diet is plant based. It’s just inconvenient to cook 2 meals most of the time.
Funny thing about marriage, you hope and pray for your spouse to make changes in their life, changes you think would benefit them (for one reason or another). Sometimes these changes happen overnight (yea! He uses the laundry basket now), while other changes take yeeeeears! In the end, I am just thankful we are both constantly changing, for the better. He’s eating less meat, while I’m eating a little bit of meat now. I swear, in 30 years we’ll essentially be twins. We’ll be that old couple that looks alike, talks alike, acts alike, and now, eats alike! I never, ever ever everevereverever thought I’d be able to say that last part. And now I can, and I actually feel confident in it. Now if only he’d eat ice cream. But, for now, we’ve made progress.
This salad is OUR salad, the Mestas Salad. We each have our own slight modifications (like he hates onions and cucumber). But he can just pick those off and toss ’em on my plate, done deal.