Confession: I didn’t exercise at all this week. I let work completely consume me, and as a result I was left feeling pretty shitty, both physically and mentally. (If you work out, you know the feeling.) When Saturday morning rolled around I was determined to make it up to myself with a long, hot shower, three miles of the Rocky soundtrack, and a bomb salad that would cancel out the burrito, the bagel, the pad see ew, the veal parmigiana, and the panelle special I inhaled over the course of five days. (Not that it wasn’t DELICIOUS.)
So it’s salad for dinner tonight.