Not that I’m here to tell you to eat salad in January. I really do prefer to look back fondly on a (somewhat) debaucherous December. I feel like that is what it is there for, and that soul food, laughter, togetherness and festivities all have their place in the grand scheme of things and are as good for us as salad, just on a different, sometimes harder to reach, level.
But sometimes your body will tell you exactly what it wants, and who would deny themselves an actual salad craving? Especially if you happen to be 37 weeks pregnant and your baby has been way too into French fries thus far. I nearly skipped (carefully on our iceberg-covered sidewalks) to the store to buy some leafy greens.
