Readers’ Choice #5: Lettuce, prey.

Quoth Sarah:
“I’d love to hear how your health kick is going. Maybe it will inspire me to shed the last pesky pounds.”

Oh, Sarah. Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. I wish I had better, more inspiring, news for you. The truth is that my “health kick” turned into more of a “health dispirited-shuffle” last month when my dear mother came to stay for two weeks and took me out to eat, to places where I had things like talleggio and speck ravioli, whitefish salad with apples and horseradish, and plump, airy gougeres. You know how Eskimos allegedly have dozens of words for “snow?” Well, in the world of healthy eating, sometimes it feels like there are 6,700 words for “whole grain” and NONE for “butterfat.” It’s difficult.

You would think I would be a paragon of fitness, seeing as I am actually paid cash money to write about exercise from time to time. Speaking of which, I have had four posts at Lemondrop, most recently one that lays to rest any questions you may have had about how many calories one can burn by writing, and on those FOUR entries, I have gotten a total of four comments. One of these comments merely informed me that there are referees in basketball, which, FINE, I did not know. Four measly comments, people! My theory is that people who like exercise don’t care for my derogatory remarks on the subject, and people who DON’T sure as hell aren’t reading fitness columns. Or maybe they’re all just put off by my incredibly unflattering bio picture.

But that is beside the point. The point, in case you’d forgotten—and who could blame you—is that I am going to do better. In fact, just today I resolved for the what, sixteenth time since Simone was born to rededicate myself to the cause of getting healthy. I was on a roll for a while. I lost five pounds! I ate vegetables! I was invincible! And then…prosecco. Dim restaurants with club chairs. Adult conversation. I was powerless to resist—which would have been fine, if after my mother left I had returned to my healthy, butterfat-eschewing ways. But instead I was lured by the siren of takeout, who seems even more alluring when she unbuttons her blouse is viewed through the haze of sleep-deprivation and laziness.

What I need, obviously, are some meal ideas—easy things that are at least moderately healthy. What do you all have for dinner? Any favorites? Don’t get too carried away with the “healthy” part, though: I don’t eat margarine or false (lowfat/fat free) cheese, and while salad is perfectly fine in its place, lettuce is NOT a meal, unless you are a huggable, long-eared lagomorph.