Even easier than the cauliflower soup, was Lentil soup.
I had never eaten Lentils before this. That I can remember. I am excited to have found such an easy food to prepare that is also so nutritious.
I used a big enough pot for the amount of soup I wanted. It is easy to make this soup for one person or for a huge family. Just use as much as you need of everything.
First I cooked some diced up garlic in olive oil until it was a little browned. Then I chopped up some Carrots and Zucchini and added them to the pot. I added water until I liked the amount. You do need a little more than a usual soup because the Lentils will soak up a lot of it. Then I added some bullion cubes and pepper to taste. I boiled that with a tilted lid for about 30 minutes.
So easy and filling. There was enough left over that I had some the next day for lunch. I love having left overs like this because it makes it really easy to grab good food when I am busy and hungry instead of something less nutritious. This is a soup I would like to put in a thermos or something to eat “on the go”. WAY better than a “whatever the hell kinda bar” or something packaged.
Seriously easy soup here!
Chop as much as you want of:
- Vegetable Bouillon
Saute Onions and Garlic until tender. Add everything else and simmer for a couple hours or as long as you want.
Well, I totally got wrapped up in the holiday and didn’t get very many pics of the food. I did try a few recipes I found on blogs that I love and on Pinterest. There are two of them that turned out to be very yummy. I will post about those later. While making one of them, I came to the realization that I honestly prefer clean, unprocessed, fresh food made by me, over anything pre-made or processed. I know, that sounds kinda like “duh”, but I seriously never thought it could be this easy or good to make this kind of food!
I had a wonderful Thanksgiving with my family and we ended up taking a bunch of pictures. I took this opportunity to start my “Before and After” photo file. This is one of my favorite things about this kind of change. I love looking at before and after pictures. The fact that the pictures are mine, is just such a gift.
These are actually “Before and Half way” pictures because I am exactly half way to my goal right now.
I love how much more comfortable I am in my skin. I love being able to remember how I felt in the “Before” pictures and knowing that I feel a thousand times better now.
I am excited to see the “After” pictures, and this is great inspiration and motivation for me to get there.
I hope that they inspire you too!
I love that my husband has lost about 15 pounds and I got to share this with him!
I have lost a total of 30 pounds so far.
I am so amazed at how my body gets rid of weight. It has its own rhythm and cycle. Every other week, at the end of the week, like clockwork. For about 3 days I drop a pound a day. I have not tried to research exactly why. I just embrace it. It is proof that my body knows what it is doing. A reminder of its perfection and the beauty of how wonderfully perfect it is.
A couple of cool things that have been happening:
After giving a lot to my clothes away to friends, I needed some new ones to help me through the sizes I was dropping without having to buy new clothes every month or so. A few friends of mine gave me some jeans that had become too big for them. When I got them, they were a little too tight. I put them in my closet and thought I would give it a month or two and try them on again. When I did, last week, they were already almost too big! I will wear them as much as possible now, but I did not think I was anywhere close to 2-3 sizes down! YAY!
I have noticed that I have a hard time judging my size.
At the store, I grabbed a new pair of pajama pants in a size large, thinking I wanted them a little bit big. I have mostly 2X and they are all falling off and I can’t tie the drawstrings any more without having them all bunched up. So a regular large seemed realistic. I got them home and put them on and they fell off.
Okay, so a medium! Holy crap a medium! YAY! CRAZY! So, again I buy them and bring them home. Seriously, they fit but are baggy.
I am glad these are cheep pj pants, cuz damn.I will find someone to give them too, so I am not worried, but damn!
So, next time I went to the store, just to experiment, I bought a size SMALL.
They fit perfectly.
I don’t even really know what to say. The weight coming off is the most wonderful feeling in the world, but the list of other gifts I have received is just blowing my mind.
If there is anything you are willing to give yourself, changing what you put in your body should be number 1.
I almost couldn’t eat these because I was so content just looking at them.
My new candy. Beautiful, natural, made by the Earth.
Seriously, how can it get any better than that?
Don’t worry, I ate them.
And they were delicious.
I worked out like a maniac. I could kick some serious ass when it came to hard core workouts. And I would, and then promptly go to the nearest fast food place and down a super-sized whatever-the-fuck. And then wonder why I couldn’t lose any weight.
I would starve myself for hours and then be so hungry that any and all reasonable decision making was no where to be found. And I couldn’t wrap my brain around why I always binged until I was physically ill.
I was sick to my stomach for the rest of the day, up in the middle of the night, on the toilet the whole next day, and had heart burn 24/7. And it never dawned on me that it might have something to do with what I was eating.
I would comfort myself with a bag of chocolate-sugar-chemical-shit and never connect the fact that my need for comfort meant so much more than a physically full feeling.
Going shopping meant loading the cart with boxes and bags of addictive, comforting, expensive, processed “food”. As soon as I got home, the shoving began.
That is, of course after I inevitably had a severe panic attack in the middle of the store. It was a good day if it wasn’t bad enough for me to leave and I could actually get the shopping done. When I would get back home I was physically drained and mentally whooped. And all I had to nourish my body with was crap and more crap. Still, I did not even suspect that the food I was eating had anything to do with my panic attacks.
I could not understand how people did it. I knew all the lingo… “Eat real food”, “don’t eat sugar”, “don’t eat processed food”, “eat more vegetables”…
I hated hearing those dumb ass people prance around in there size teeny-tiny’s proclaiming how the weight just “fell off” or “melted off” or “just went away”.
I envied people who could eat anything and stay skinny. Never considering that they too, felt like shit 90% of the time. I just wanted to be thin.
I accepted being big, chubby, thick, large boned, curvy, and chunky. Tried to force myself to believe that that is who I was. That that is what I was. I big girl who liked chocolate.
I gave in to the temptation every time it hit. Considering I was trapped in the addictive cycle of crappy food, that was pretty much constant.
I some how could not connect the need for good food and how to get it in my body with changing my life in the process. I guess it was a mixture of fear and stubbornness. Actually now that I type that out, I realize that that is exactly what it was. Fear. Of the unknown, of the challenge, of failing, of giving up what I know and thought I needed.
I really can not pinpoint what exactly made me finally dive in and buy a book about fat loss. By the time I started reading it, I had already gained enough motivation to start something. Anything. And at the time, my past experience told me it would be another “diet” and that I could MAYBE try to keep it off this time. I hadn’t even gotten through the first chapter when I realized where it was going and just started changing things in my life. The need to change finally out weighed the need to cling to what I was used to. And I ran with it.
I just decided to stop eating sugar and carbohydrates for a while. Had it not been for that deep motivation, there would have been no way I could have gotten though it. But it turns out that those two weeks where like a long deep tunnel that I scraped, crawled, pulled, and drug myself though. I needed this time to clear my head and body of the fog. Alone and empty, I was driven by the little flicker of light at the end that promised so much hope. I allowed myself to dream of things that I had shoved deep inside. The closer I got, the better I felt and the stronger I became. At the end of the tunnel was a mountain. Charged by the triumph of kicking that tunnel’s ass, I started up the mountain.
I think that I am at the top of the mountain now. I still learn new things about my wellness everyday and hope to continue for the rest of my life. I don’t think this will be the last mountain and I don’t think the way down it will be a piece of cake (haha). But I am in the light. The air is clean and clear. The sun is shinning fully on my face. I am thankful for the journey. And I am ready to keep going.
These bars are good for a chocolate fix, protein boost, yummy fast snack, and were even used as a dessert replacement when I first started taking sugar away from my family.
There are only four ingredients and they are all good for you. They are easy to make and you don’t have to bake or cook anything.
Major point score.
You can use whatever nuts you like, I use Walnuts. I use about 1 and 1/2 cups. (I use this liquid measuring cup, so I realize that this measurement isn’t exact…..so you can add as much as you like but this is about how much I use.)
Add the nuts to a food processor, and blend until they are like bread crumbs.
Then you just throw in all of the other ingredients.
- 1/4 cup Coconut Oil
- 1/4 cup Cocoa
- 15 Pitted Dates
Blend until it is mixed well. You may need to stop and scrape the sides down with a spatula and mix a little more.
Scoop that out into a wax paper lined pan and press it down evenly.
Cover and put in the fridge for a couple of hours.
When they are firm, cut them and eat them. 🙂