Chicken & Lime Soup

Holy. Crap. I just made this soup and it is SO FREAKING GOOD! All of my vegetables came from the farmers market, also, so I feel really good about this glorious meal. I created my own recipe based on this recipe.
Ingredients
  • 2 Tbsp olive oil 
  • 1 medium yellow onion, diced
  • 1 bunch dwarf or baby bok choy (slice stalks and leaves; separate stalks from leaves)
  • 2 large carrots, diced
  • 3 medium jalapenos, diced with seeds removed
  • dash red pepper flakes
  • 4 cloves garlic, minced
  • 4 chicken tenderloins
  • 8 cups chicken broth (I used low sodium bouillon cubes and water)
  • 8 cherry tomatoes, diced
  • 1 tsp oregano
  • 1 tsp cumin
  • 1 medium lime (I used two small limes)
  • ½ bunch cilantro (small handful)
  • 1 medium avocado
Instructions
  1. Dice the onion, carrots, bok choy stalks, and jalapeno (scrape the seeds out of the jalapeno before dicing). Mince the garlic. Cook the onion, carrots, bok choy, jalapeno, garlic and dash of red pepper flakes in olive oil over medium heat for about 5-10 minutes or until tender.
  2. Add the chicken tenderloins, chicken broth, oregano, and cumin to the pot. Bring the whole pot up to a boil over high heat then reduce the heat to low, place a lid on top, and let simmer for one hour.
  3. After simmering for an hour with a lid on, carefully remove the chicken breast from the pot. Let rest 5 minutes while you rinse the cilantro and roughly chop the leaves. Add cilantro, tomatoes, and sliced bok choy leaves to the pot and then shred the chicken. Return the meat to the pot. Squeeze the juice of the limes into the soup. Get as much juice as possible from the lime by using a spoon to scrape the inside of the lime.
  4. Dice the avocado and add desired amount to your bowl of soup.

My Bucket List took a hit today! 

I FLEW!

We should all know by now that I measure my life success and worth by life experiences. It does not matter the caliber or consequence of an action, it all chalks up to life experience. My life has been made richer by the things that I do. So when the option to join a friend on a hang gliding excursion arose, my answer was a resounding yes. 

B.pup and I took an adventure that involved an overnight stay in Madison, WI with a friend, and an early morning (5:30AM wake up call equals MEHHH) jaunt to Whitewater, WI to Hang Glide with Rik at Wisconsin Hang Gliding LLC. It was amazing! I have a few photographs above to show you the process. First, we had to suit up in our harnesses. That took about three seconds. Then we had to select helmets. I, of course, required an XL size helmet due to my abnormally large head. B.pup went first, and then I went. After you’re attached to the glider, a small plane tows the glider up 2,000 feet. Rik, the [highly] experienced hang glider then lifts you and himself up to just above the height of the plane and hits a release that detaches the glider from the tow rope. Then you just drift on down! It had started to sprinkle when I went up, but it was still AMAZINGLY AWESOME. We had a slightly rougher ride than B.pup, but it was still so cool. I was really impressed with myself for how relaxed I was during the whole thing. 

Afterwards, Becca and I drove back to Wausau and had celebratory Mimosas and nachos at The Great Dane. I’m exhausted. 

Perhaps you’re thinking to yourself, “this doesn’t have much to do with a weight loss blog.” Well….it actually does. There are weight restrictions on nearly all activities like this. Before I started my mission to lose weight, I would have been 1. over the weight limit for average equipment, and 2. too scared that my fat ass would bring down the whole thing and we’d all die. Today, neither was the case. 

GO ME.

I hit the river last night in the Mistress of the Sea. The damns are open a little so there is a bit of a current, but things are still pretty flooded from all the rainfall we had. I went upstream to start, and then found a little inlet that was entirely flooded. There were little islands of shrubs and trees sticking up everywhere, it was so cute! I felt like I was in a little fairy land, almost. I paddled around and around all of the little “islands” and then went back out into the current and further upstream. I paddled for about 45 minutes. Runmeter malfunctioned, so it missed part of my trip, but what it did record was just under 2 miles. It was a very nice jaunt, however cold the water may be!

Subconcious

I recently became acutely aware of something I’d been doing to myself for quite some time. I had been refusing to allow myself to purchase new clothes. Now, I know this may seem like I just was saving money. Which was, in part, the situation. However, I recently tried on a bunch of clothes at the Torrid outlet in the Tanger Outlets in Wisconsin Dells, and bought a few. I later regretted not purchasing a top I tried on, so I went to find it online, and when I did, I found a sale of buy one get one free on all clearance items. Let’s be real, I’m a whore for a sale. So I purchased six, carefully selected items to add to the three new ones I purchased while at Tanger. When the box arrived at work (I have to ship everything to work because people in my apartment building find it fun to steal packages that belong to others), I was losing my mind with excitement. Trying things on, adoring myself in the mirror, basically ecstatic. I was on such a high from buying these clothes, that I took a minute to step back and figure out exactly why was I losing my mind over this. I went home later and found that everything in my closet was over a year old. Nothing new had been purchased in over a year. NOTHING. What the hell? I went to school for fashion, I work in apparel. Why was I doing this to myself? I mulled it over and realized I was waiting for myself to be thinner. Yes, it’s great to have the goal to lose weight and fit into new sizes, but it’s important to take care of yourself along the way. Let yourself be happy to get dressed in the morning. Let yourself get excited over new things. It’s all a part of the process, and you’ve just got to enjoy the process and everything that comes with it. One thing I’m really loving, is that I am finding pieces that are what I’ve been searching for for my wardrobe for so long, but never succeeded in finding (because I needed size eight hundred and two). 

I went through my closet and filled a bag with clothes I haven’t worn in god knows how long. Why were they there? I didn’t even like them anymore. It felt fantastic. Out with the old, in with the new. 

In my life I have, more than once, found myself in possession of an abnormally large zucchini. The first time I didn’t expect it at all, and there was no way to refuse it. The second time I willingly accepted it. This evening I created a meal that was so damn delicious, I praised myself out loud. I tossed cubed zucchini in olive oil and baked it at 400 for about 30 minutes, until the bottom started to brown. Meanwhile, I cooked up black beans, corn and red onion, and fried two eggs. I tossed the roasted zucchini in with the black bean mixture and stirred it up, dumped it on my plate and put the eggs on top. This is Wisconsin, so I put cheese on it, too. I had a side of fresh guacamole and some salsa on the side. Holy buckets of beeswax, it was magnificent. Right as I took this picture a black bean started sliding down off the top of the pile in a lava flow of cheesy goodness. That’s how you know it’s good, my friends.

In my life I have, more than once, found myself in possession of an abnormally large zucchini. The first time I didn’t expect it at all, and there was no way to refuse it. The second time I willingly accepted it. This evening I created a meal that was so damn delicious, I praised myself out loud. I tossed cubed zucchini in olive oil and baked it at 400 for about 30 minutes, until the bottom started to brown. Meanwhile, I cooked up black beans, corn and red onion, and fried two eggs. I tossed the roasted zucchini in with the black bean mixture and stirred it up, dumped it on my plate and put the eggs on top. This is Wisconsin, so I put cheese on it, too. I had a side of fresh guacamole and some salsa on the side. Holy buckets of beeswax, it was magnificent. Right as I took this picture a black bean started sliding down off the top of the pile in a lava flow of cheesy goodness. That’s how you know it’s good, my friends.

Fat Kidz

So, I’ve spent just about my entire day thinking about a bag of chips that is in my cupboard at home. Its salty, sodium filled, over-done flavor powder is calling my name. I just want to go home and eat the shit out of those chips. I’ve been talking about food with my friend via instant message ALL DAY, and we have been making each other increasingly hungry with all of this conversation. This is my daily life in a nutshell.

I want chips.

Well, Sarah Eileen, you need to work out in order to eat those chips.

But I want them now. Like right now.

It’s a shame you have a job and can’t just go and eat those chips all day long. But you have to work out first. 

Ok, so how about I eat a few before I work out?

We both know you will eat the entire bag and then sit down to watch netflix for the rest of the evening. Don’t lie to yourself. 

Alright so maybe some cheese then?

Sarah. Work out. 

A delightful trip was had this evening! I forgot a hairtie so I had to paddle with my hair down, but it didn’t get in the way because I paddled into the wind most of the time. Also, you can see the bruise on my left arm pit region. I acquired that while doing some target practice this past weekend. We were tossing targets up and I didn’t quite shoulder the gun right in my haste to hit it. Luckily, it didn’t interfere with my paddling ability at all.

It started raining on me about halfway through the trip, but thankfully it just sprinkled until I got to the landing. It started coming down a little more rapidly as I loaded the yak onto the car, but I didn’t get too wet and made it home in a somewhat dry state.

I spent the weekend at my parent’s house in Florence, WI. In order to keep on with my workout regimen, I brought The Mistress of the Sea along. We conquered North and South Cosgrove Lake two days in a row, paddling the perimeter of both lakes each time. Day one was spent stopping 3 or 4 times for photos, and day two I only took the one of me at the boat landing. On day two I put my phone in a ziploc (I always do, but usually I put it in the dry hatch as well) and wedged it halfway under my thigh so I could listen to music out loud while I paddled, as my ipod was dead. It was very relaxing and I was almost always the only person in sight. 

J.hol and I had a glorious Labor Day weekend. We kicked off the whole shebang with a trip to Hu Hot. Neither of us had ever been there, but when a friend recommended it with the phrase, “you can pick and make your own sauces,” the decision was made in an instant. If you’ve never been to one, I recommend it quite highly. Everything is super fresh and delicious. All of the sauces are rated with little flame symbols. If you like spicy foods, I’d go for a 5 or 6. I started at 4 and while I did like the flavor, it wasn’t quite as spicy as I’d expected. You DO have to use quite a bit of sauce because a lot of it cooks off on the giant grill top thing, but it’s magical. 

Check it out! http://www.huhot.com/?gclid=CIXbsNW1xcACFQctaQodvhoA2w

Fat Fit

This is a post I’ve been meaning to do for a long time. It’s a part of this journey that you don’t really realize will be here. You think, “I’ve begun! Nothing can stop me! I’m being so healthy! LOOK HOW HEALTHY I AM! I WORK OUT!” But that is not necessarily what the world sees. If you think about it, there are people you see every day at work, in the store, walking down the street, who have no idea that you rush home every night of the week to work out for an hour, then prepare yourself a dinner of vegetables and lean meats. They don’t know that you somehow manage to stick to your pitiful grocery budget of $25 per week but still come home with mucho produce and no chocolate (and only one bag of chips, now that’s restraint). 

We live in a world where some people think that to be a larger person constitutes a lazy, face stuffing, couch sitting, ho ho eating fatso. Well I’m here to tell you that isn’t the case. Sure, it used to be. I thought about food every second of every day. I wondered what dinner would be while I was eating lunch. Here’s the kicker: I STILL DO THAT. I happen to love food, I love to cook food, and I love to try new food. It is something I enjoy. The difference for me is that I now think about food in a healthy way. It’s still a drug, let’s be real. But I think about it in an educated manner, in how it will effect my day, my goals, and my mood. I’m still an emotional eater. But I take a minute to think on whether or not going to grab that bag of chips is really going to satisfy my needs at the moment. 

My point, in all of this rambling, is that I could meet someone who would look at me and instantly think I’m a lazy self serving person with no control over my hands as they reach for a gallon of ice cream to round out the evening (when in reality I have not had actual ice cream in so long I can’t even remember when it was). I urge you to see people for who they are, not project your instant judgement on them. I work out more than most people I know, and I’m still among the largest of my friends and family. To add insult to injury, I eat healthier than almost everyone I know. The issue is that somewhere along the line I abandoned portion control, and I ballooned into obesity. It wasn’t one single day that changed my world. It was a series of choices, in my case emotional ones, that led me here. I developed habits, and after 23 years, I found them hard to break. But I kept at it. I spend every day getting stronger, kicking obesity’s ass, slapping the hands of fast food joints and bakeries, and no one can actually tell. I’m lucky in the fact that, even with years of low self esteem, I somehow came out on the other side of it with a pretty strong, “I don’t care what you think of me,” attitude. I’d love it if we could be friends, but if you have a problem with me displaying my hard earned individuality, you can piss off. 

Just remember that weight loss is a delicate journey. It puts a person in a vulnerable situation, where you try to be confident, thinking, “yes, I can do this,” one minute and “OH MY GOD THAT CHOCOLATE CHIP IS GOING TO RUIN ANY GAIN I MADE TODAY, I MAY AS WELL GIVE UP.” So, instead of looking at larger people and thinking, “Holy fatness, that fat is fat,” remember that there is a large possibility you are lazier than they are. 

Fat rant out.