The Saladacious Re-Dawn

OK, so this has been an entirely unexpected day.
d and I were heading to Cardiff this morning for breakfast, you remember, to re-introduce ourselves to one another.

Didn't do that. Decided late last night not to do that after all. So, as I found myself awake at 6AM and full of the joys of what I think might well be counted now as Spring (or, alternatively, on a steroid high, depending on your outlook), I did an hour of work, then headed off down the Trail for my 5.5 miles. Picked us up McDonalds breakfast on the way back - plain porridge and water for me...s'kinda like a slightly enjoyable version of being in prison.
Went back to work happily, joyfully, while d went and got her hair straightened and her nails done - grapefruit sparkle, if you want nails like my girl - and we met up instead for lunch at Trenchers, our probably-best local coffee house. I'd finished an editing project, so we felt inclined to sit a while and chat and reintroduce ourselves, just half a day later, and much much cheaper, than the trip to Cardiff would have allowed us.
In fact, having reintroduced ourselves, we discovered we actually rather still liked each other, so we stayed for lunch. Shared a ploughman's lunch-cum-salad. Bits of cheese, ham, pickled onions, bit of bread, pickle, and various crunchy greenish bits of stuff, which - as though some locked program has been deciphered in my brain again by drugs and sunshine and energy - I chomped on.

There's a certain look d gets whenever this happens. Whenever I do something utterly unlike the man she thinks she knows. It's pretty much composed in equal measures of "OK, scared now, you're obviously an alien imposter" and "Hello alien imposter, how you doin'?"
I grinned at her.
"Apparently," I said, my body's open to salads again. Who saw that coming?"
She kissed me and buggered off to Tesco, to get in some saladacious provisions for future salad days.

This evening (I went back to work when we got back in the flat around 3.30), we went American, and, having biked nearly 600 calories off before dinner, I ate, with no fear and quite a lot of favour, a generous scoop of American baked beans (like British baked beans which have led an exceptionally virtuous life and been allowed to ascend to the next level of karmic advancement), and a home-made burger. Yeah, you heard me - my wife makes burgers...I've never known another human being who actually does that. But d does. One bun, two patties, one fried egg, one slice of cheese. Oh and some green beans, just to wave a veggie at the proceedings.

Yes, it felt like a lot of food, but yes, it was good food, and overall, it was fairly balanced - protein in both the meat and beans, fat in the egg and cheese, carb in the bun, vitamins in the beans. Given that prior to eating it, I'd worked off about 1100 calories today, and probably, overall, not taken in much more than that, I'm not worried about it.

The headline though is this re-introduction of salads. This rather opens up the potential of my week - Salad lunches, to spur on the metabolism, and swindle it all at the same time. I feel a greeny, crunchy week coming on...