Italian Wedding Soup

So I was introduced to Italian Wedding Soup through East Side Mario’s in Vancouver back in 2009. Went out for dinner with a friend and his pals and since East Side Mario’s was my hands down fav restaurant, it was a no brainer to just try the damn soup. So yesterday the local grocery store had Italian Wedding Soup on their lunch run. Like French Onion Soup, I MUST try it everywhere I go. So let me tell you this – I am disappointed. I had this understanding that this light soup should contain a chicken or turkey meatball, not beef. This might be a personal preference considering that I honestly just don’t understand mixing beef meat with chicken broth. Am I wrong? I don’t know, but I don’t really care. My soup won’t have beef balls in it, thanks.

So, here is where I tell you that I decided to make a clean version of the soup. I have control over sodium and I have control over the spinach content of it too. So here goes:

 

NOTE: Clean eating means that you’re using unprocessed foods and ingredients. So read the labels to products like veggies, beans, etc. You’d be surprised what’s being thrown in there.

For The Soup:

  • 7 cups chicken broth (Will link recipe for broth soon!)
  • 3 cups water
  • 4 tsp minced garlic
  • ½ tsp pepper
  • 1 yellow onion, diced
  • 3 medium carrots, peeled and sliced into thin rounds (optional)
  • 2 stalks of celery, sliced
  • 1 cup uncooked quinoa
  • 5 cups of kale (or other greens)
  • 1 Tbsp dried fennel (optional)

For The Meatballs:

Meatballs-

  • 1 lb ground turkey
  • 1/3 cup finely diced onion
  • 3 big sundried tomatoes, finely chopped
  • 1 tsp Italian seasoning
  • ¼ cup whole wheat bread crumbs
  • ½ cup parmesan cheese

Steps:

Add a teaspoon of coconut oil to a big pot and toss in the onion, garlic, carrots, celery, fennel (if you’re using it) and quinoa. Cook over medium high for about 5 minutes, stirring regularly, until the onions just start to soften and the quinoa is slightly toasted.

Add the broth, water, and pepper. Bring it all to a gentle boil. While the soup mixture is heating up, you can begin cutting the kale into small pieces and adding it into the liquid try scissors if you want more control of cutting it. Don’t use stems or tough parts.

Once the soup is boiling, reduce to a simmer. In a medium bowl combine all of the meatball ingredients and mix well. Just use your hands. Honestly, it feels gross but mixes nicely this way.

 Roll mixture into mini meatballs and drop them into the pot. (If the mixture seems too dry and the meatballs won’t stick together, add a splash of egg whites.) After about every 10 or so meatballs, use a spoon to push them down into the soup. You might need to add a little extra water or broth if there’s not enough liquid to submerge them all.

Once the last meatball is in the pot, increase the heat to medium and let the mixture simmer for 10 minutes or until the meatballs are cooked through, the veggies are tender, and the quinoa has little curls. Serve garnished with a bit of extra parmesan cheese if desired.

 

Per 1-cup serving – 143 Calories (40 Calories from Fat), 4g Fat, 1g Saturated Fat, 26mg Cholesterol, 160mg Sodium, 14g Carbohydrates, 2g Dietary Fiber, 1.5g Sugar, 12g Protein, 118% DV Vitamin A, 51% DV Vitamin C, 10% DV Calcium, 10% DV Iron.

Recipes

So I am on a journey of eating well, and helping others eat well too. Sometime back when I was upward of 250+ lbs I realized that my weight was a direct result of eating poorly. Making poor decision, gave me a poor body. I spent my younger youth drinking, smoking, and eating hangover food. Let me tell you, that shit catches up to you after 23.

In this blog post, I hope to have recipes made up for you all to try 🙂

 

Quinoa Beast Breakfast 

Italian Wedding Soup

 

Quinoa Beast Breakfast

Beast Breakfast Coconut Quinoa

Ingredients:  

1/2 cup dry quinoa
1 cup water
1 pinch sea salt
1/4 cup canned coconut milk

1 tablespoon pumpkin seeds or almonds
3/4 cup mixed berries or any fruit you choose.
1 to 2 teaspoons unfiltered raw honey

Instructions:

-Rinse quinoa

-place water and salt in medium saucepan
-Bring to a boil and then reduce to low and boil gently covered for 10-15 minutes, or until all liquid is absorbed.
-Remove from heat, add coconut milk and mix well.
-Place in serving bowl; top with honey, berries and nuts or seeds.
PROTIP:
#1 – Cook a bulk batch if you plan to use this recipe more than once for the week
#2 -This is a beast size serving.  Would comfortably feed two servings.
Nutrition Facts:  Calories 537; Fat 22g; Saturated Fat: 12g; Cholesterol 74g; Fiber 12g, Sugar 10g, Protein 17g

Smokers are a dying breed

 

I took a trip to Vancouver back in 2009. Where I had a brief but inspiring re-connection with an old flame. Upon walking the crowded streets and hustled sky train decks; taking a drag off my Canadian Classic dart – He turned to me and said “Smokers are a dying breed, you know.” It was in that moment that I decided I needed to quit. 

Failing at quitting is much like failing at anything really. You let yourself down. Although addictions are all entirely mental illnesses, I did not think of smoking as an addiction. However, I also hadn’t come to terms with my addiction to food either. 

#1 My nails are yellow?! 

I’ve never had beautiful flawless nails. In fact, I used to bite and chew until they were past the nail bed. It was my in-between meals, in-between smoke habit. I needed something to do with my hands. I fidget a lot, usually before, during, and after everything I do or say. Writing has given me some of the power back. I’ve started taking supplements to help bring back some of the nutrients I have lost to help regrow and strengthen my nails. They are growing incredibly fast, and strong. I also, no longer bite… my nails. 

#2 My teeth aren’t as nice as they could be.

When I interact with people, getting up close and personal – within someones space. I often find myself asking; Do I  smell like an ashtray? Are they looking at my teeth? How is my breath? Then it occurred to me, 1 / 10 people I socialize with aren’t smokers. Meaning the odds of me having to really worry too much about it are slim to none. Then there are customers. I’ve always been proud of my customer service skills, and more importantly, my aptitude for knowledge. That means involving myself in conversation. I cannot stand bad breath and so I can’t tolerate my own to be fowl. If you see me and my breath is bad, for the love of mint, someone please tell me!



#3 Excuses 

There are three reasons that make you more likely to smoke. 1.) Hand to mouth sensation. Replacing one habit for another. I always found I ate less when I smoked more. I believe I may end up with a sucker habit in the near future. 2.) Addiction to Nicotine. Sometimes we want that rush in the morning, or to once again re-live those times when it was still a secret. It never does come back though. Except when you’ve quit, and then started again. Hiding it from your friends, your spouse, even co-workers. It feels sneaky and fun! Until it’s not anymore.  3) Social smoker, “Only when I’m drinking” smoker, Bored smoker. 



#4 Damnit I can’t breath, I sound like a whistle when I wake up, and don’t get me started on colds. 

Every morning when I wake up. Smoking is usually the last thing on my mind. Until… I have dropped my kids off at school, or daycare. Bam! car to myself, morning tunes are playing and I’m going to work.. oh yeah, that place that stresses nearly 99% of us out. Chances are, you’re in the wrong job field. Working for the wrong people, or with the wrong people. Or you might be the lucky 1% that actually enjoys where you are. Good for you!… I like my morning smoke, it prepares me for my day. Wait? Why am I letting a cigarette soothe me before I have even stepped through those doors? Because it’s habit. Then after I have had my 1st. (We all remember the first) My chest is tight, I have this irritating cough and I just feel gross. Why the hell do I keep at it? Colds just make it worse. Sometimes you get 2-3 days without one and you figure. “Hell! I’m quitting now!” Then you walk through a blast of smoke walking down the sidewalks of 50th Ave and your brain wakes up. OH! I need that now. The brain is an asshole sometimes. A Really big pain in the ass. 



5# Drugs 

Have you ever tried those prescribed drugs to quit smoking? What about the inhalers, chewing gum, or patches? I’ve tried em all. I’ve only ever had success through Champix. But it has nasty side effects. Amazingly vivid dreams though. I think my favourite is when I lucid dream from it, and I fly. Kind of sounds like a 5 year olds dream. Its honestly the only reason I like this drug. Down fall is in winter if I take it, I get insanely depressed. So I think it’s important that you’re mentally aware at all times of your mood when you’re about to start a drug to quit smoking. Keep a log, or have a social circle who will help you stay on track and remind you why you’re doing it. Someone who won’t smoke in front of you for the first month. Or offer you one …. 



#6 The number of days left until I have my last cigarette.

I am going into this with full intentions this time. I take an inhaler for fitness induced asthma, which is more severe when I smoke. My daughter is disappointed that I didn’t quit for good the last time. My son is getting old enough to notice what I am doing outside. I also love to smile these days, and kind of want a set of teeth to last a while. Perhaps if I stop looking at it as losing sometimes I thought I enjoyed, then it might be easier to drop. Then again, summer is arriving and that means freedom to smoke without -40 weather and a shiver to urge you through the final drag…. 

 

Waiting

We’ve all been there. Silently waiting, watching the 13″ television screen showcasing news reports from a City that isn’t yours. The X-Ray technician was called back in to work overtime. You thank him. You’re husband gets called out after hours, and you understand that he probably left his family at home to come do his job.

*He was polite and friendly, so I don’t mind waiting some more*

Waiting…

You see several people you know walk in and out through the small Emergency department and have small meaningless conversations with people you’re just being polite with, after all, does anyone even really want to be here.

Waiting…

The waiting room smells of alcohol, but this isn’t uncommon in our small little City. We have a homeless population, and a severe addiction to booze. After all, we’re a mining town. There was never much to do, and still isn’t.

My husband leaves to pick up my mother, my son to have her babysit our children at home. The fact that he wanted to be there with me made me feel better. While waiting, my girlfriends showed up with Tim Hortons Coffee. Our crew likes to hype up on caffeine, and we care about each other. I love you guys!

I have to pee!!! But this damn wheel chair requires you to hold down the break bar, and there are no wheels to push with. I must resort to using my good foot. Let me just tell you now. This was hilarious to watch me maneuver beyond the doors to navigate my way to the washroom. Hilarious that even I giggled when I tinkled.

~ Silver lining~

Husband returns and I am hungry. It’s been 6 hours since I have eaten ( don’t judge, I eat 6 meals a day) Cafeteria closed at 6 pm. This makes me irritable. I need a cigarette (quit date to be announced) But a new rule that started just weeks before my son was born. No smoking within property limits. Now I am agitated.

2 – 1/2 hours of waiting.

“Justine”

ME! IM RUNNING * while being wheeled by my husband *

Into one of the new sterile beds, freshly washed with bubbles still in the creases. Least it’s not dirty, but makes me wonder if there are bed bugs still lurking through these halls.

My phone dies. I’m bored. and I am hungry. I have to pee about half a dozen more times for the night is out, but on this particular trip, I knocked my foot and I cried for a solid 10 minutes. My husband asks after I blow my nose and collect myself  “Are you okay?”

Stupid question gets a mean answer.

I love you hunny, but NO, I am not okay, my summer is screwed. Ball season starts in two weeks, my workouts are out the window, and I wont be able to do anything. This sucks because I can’t just slow down. I don’t know how.

~silver lining~

Waiting…

Along my waiting in the room which was shared with 3 other patients. I got to over hear a lot. Probably far too much than anyone should have been allowed to over hear.  A woman was bitten by a dog, and through her conversation with the nurse, I learned some more about Whitehorse. Beautiful but not worth the move when you leave all your friends and family behind. Another woman who works in a medical profession field contracted blood in her eye from a patient and is worried she may have be given HIV which would scare the hell out of anyone. A man who smelt of alcohol complained of getting into a fight, and so he needed stitches.

Waiting…

My doctor comes after 5 hours of waiting, and I ask how my X-rays looked. She said she needed to examine my foot before she could discuss my xray. Like a picture didn’t give an explanation. But, I am just irritated, I shouldn’t take it out on her. In the back of my mind, I am missing my Wednesday work out. Ball season starts in 2 weeks, and I’m going to miss a full month of game time. I won’t be able to go biking after just dropping a ton of cash on new family bikes. I won’t be able to play with my kids and go for walks.

She says it’s not broken. But that I tore the ligament. This is worse than a break. It takes longer to heal, and there is no guarantee it will ever be the same. I’ve heard this before. I am prepared of a life of constant sprains, and strains.

It won’t stop me tho….. I have a dream.

Let’s start at the beginning

Welcome!

So you’ve stumbled upon my blog, have you? Well, you’re in luck! I am new to this, and you’re new to me, so this sounds like a perfect match.

Let’s start things by getting personal. My name is Justine, and I am 26 years old. No, I won’t be advertising for hook-ups, and won’t be accepting invitations. I am married with two kids who I love to the moon and back.

This blog will show where I was and how I got to where I am today. Along the way we will talk about lots of things. From life, work, lovee, sex, AND of course WEIGHTLOSS!

My journey has been an inspiring one; maybe not to myself, but to those around me who watched me transform into this butterfly. After my son I was hefty weight of 275 lbs. Now, this number isn’t big. This number isn’t fat. On a 5’4 frame as I have, it prevented me from doing a lot of things I enjoyed. Mainly, taking care of my kids and having energy to function.

Today I am 160 lbs. I’ve lost 115 lbs in the last 16 months, and each day came with many obstacles, and there were plenty of set backs. The point of this blog is to help navigate and figure out how, and where to start. I hope to post weekly, but may do more if time is on my side.

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