Squarespace

To all of you who followed along with me as I got my start in the blogging world, I’ve just now realized that none of you can tell that I am, in fact, still blogging. I switched my platform over to Squarespace about a year ago. I thought it was strange that I never saw your comments any more, and that my readership tanked. Well, I clearly knew nothing and didn’t realize the impact switching from the WordPress community would have. I miss you all and the community very deeply. I do, however, love the ease and look of Squarespace and have been told by several developer/code friends to stay there.

I’m still at burgersinmycakehole.com chugging along with my weight loss goals. (I’m getting married in a year!!!) I also just bought a house! Crazy stuff and none of my WordPress friends have even noticed my posts because I’M A DERP. This is my apology. It sucks, I know. I miss you all. I’m going to go through my followers and be sure to subscribe to each of you so I don’t miss anything!

2015, so far….

Buckle up.

It started in September. I just wanted to simply establish myself as a patient at a primary care doctor. Because I was told I can’t keep using my obgyn as my primary everywhere I went. I’ve never been one to go to the doctor for much other than a yearly and when I was feverish and sick as hell. The new doctor I met in September was super nice. We just chatted about my general health and she ordered blood work just to get an idea of where I was at. Standard procedure. I got a phone call that my white blood cell count was through the roof. And they said I had to be sick. I wasn’t. I reported back in a month to get more blood work to make sure it was just a fluke. Again, my white blood cell count was high. Not as high as before, but still too high to be normal. Again, I was told come back in 4-6 weeks for a re-check. Ugh, fine. So I did what I was told. Again, they were high. They said I probably need to go to an oncologist who specializes in blood disorders and cancers, but let’s just check ONE LAST TIME before we do that. At this point it was comical to me. Check check check check. $20 $20 $20 $20. I started to lose the desire to see a doctor at all. I just thought these people are nuts, I am fine. I have terrible allergies, that has to be why my blood work is showing abnormalities. LEAVE ME ALONE. I didn’t care about going anymore.

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Some people close to me said I was being stubborn and silly and I needed to see this through, so I did. So. It’s a few weeks before my appointment at a local cancer institute. I was getting big pamphlets in the mail from the cancer institute about cancer, how they will do everything to make the transition comfortable, etc. I was pissed. I mean, no one has ever even remotely mentioned anything that serious, as a matter of fact I was told this wasn’t a big deal, but somehow the cancer institute felt the need to scare the shit out of me, Mike and my close family. Not cool, cancer institute. Also, the week before my appointment, I noticed some blood in my bra. Again, me being the way I am, I brushed it off and chocked it up to dry skin. A few days later, it happened again. I half assedly mentioned it to the oncologist at my appointment as she was wrapping up with a plan to see what’s wrong with my blood. She flipped out. Made an immediate appointment 2 days later for me to see a breast specialist.

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To truly end your suffering of reading the most boring post of your life, I’ll try to give it to you in a nutshell. 500 appointments, 2 ultrasounds, 2 mammograms, 40 vials of blood, and 4 different women squeezing their damn hardest on my boob later, I still know absolutely not a lot. The only thing I am for certain of is that I am severely anemic, severely vitamin b12 deficient, my body is in a constant state of inflammation (with no idea why) and I’m wearing a really weird, clear plastic film over my right boob until a week from now when I have a terrifying procedure known as a ductogram, so they can find the growth responsible for my boob problems. Once located, they will surgically remove it and it will be biopsied. *Long, deep breath.*

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Needless to say, I haven’t been giving 2 craps about my diet. I haven’t been giving a crap about much of anything. I only see a few friends as of late. I truly just want to sleep most of the time. And I’ve been the worst person to be around because I’m a grumpy gus about everything that is going on. I haven’t told anyone about what is going on really. Only those who need to know. And I know I don’t have a ton of readers but I want to be as honest with myself and you as possible. I’m sick of being bogged down and letting it all get to me. So I’m trying to be proactive in getting back to normal.

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I’m going to talk to a therapist who my doctor recommends to people in these types of situations. Which I believe is witch craft. But she is very persistent so I’ll try it. I’m also going to be proactive in eating right. I eat pretty great most of the time, but I put weight loss on hold. And it can’t be on hold anymore. I have to put it first. I worry more about letting my friends down for not being around and worry about missing work for appointments more than I actually worry about my health and I know it’s not healthy.

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So, I guess I’m just writing this all out as a first step to coming clean. Getting it all out there. And starting over with what I was setting out to do in the first place. I’ll update you all on the rest of the appointments and procedures. I’m not worried that it is anything serious. I’m more worried about the annoyances and pain from all of the procedures than the actual outcome. I’m a huge sissy baby. I said it. Did all of the photos of food I’ve been eating lately help you through this terribly boring post? I sure hope so!

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Shout out to this guy for being my rock through everything.

Time to get back to it! A few new recipes coming your way his week!

Xo

Sweet Potato Chorizo Hash

Hash, man.

I’m devouring this as we speak. I’m speechless. Never, in a million years, could you convince me ANYTHING tastes better at home. I’m a “go out” kind of girl. But this. My hash at home > hip brunch places. And brunch for dinner? Let’s pretend it’s Saturday morning. Always. Why the hell not.

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Also, Mike isn’t a fan of eggs. I KNOW, RIGHT!? And he INHALED two servings of this bad boy. Dreeeeeamy.

Hash, mannnnn.

You will need:
3 small sweet potatoes (or 2 large)
1/2 pound chorizo
3-4 eggs
1/2 yellow onion, diced
1 tsp minced garlic
2 tablespoons olive oil, divided
1 pinch salt
Pico, hot sauce and avocado for toppings

Pre-heat oven to 400 degrees.

Roughly chop sweet potatoes until they’re whatever size you prefer. Put them in a big bowl, or a large ziploc bag. Add one tablespoon of olive oil to and a pinch of salt and shake up, coating all of the sweet potato pieces in olive oil.

Place sweet potatoes on a baking sheet, spread as evenly as possible. Bake for 30 minutes.

When the potatoes have about 5 minutes left, take your oven proof skillet (cast iron) and put it over medium-high (6-7 on dial) heat with the other tablespoon of olive oil. Add your teaspoon of minced garlic. Add chopped onion and chorizo. Cook until chorizo is all nice and browned. About 5-7 minutes. Stir in potatoes. LEAVE OVEN ON. Once all mixed, scoot some of the mix around with a large wooden spoon to make little holes for your eggs. Crack your eggs directly into the holes in the pan. Pull off of the heat and place skillet in the oven. Bake until eggs are set, or about 5-7 minutes.

Take it out. Freak out. Be proud. You are a cooking God. Aw yeah.

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Top with pico, avocado and hot sauce. Nom. Now. For real. Stop. Wasting. Time. Oh, and $15 a weekend at that cool hipster brunch spot.

*Side note: these can be made vegetarian with soyrizo or whatever it’s called. This is also insanely healthy. I’m not an expert but I feel like this meets the requirements of primal, paleo and several other diets. So, eat without guilt, yall.

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Coconut Chicken

Look at me being all healthy.

But seriously, this is probably the healthiest thing I’ve eaten in weeks.

To say I love coconut shrimp is the perfect definition of an understatement. I could live on it. And who doesn’t love chicken? Oh, why not cross over the coconut shrimp idea to chicken? Okay. I will. And I did. And it is magnificent. And not only is it delicious, it is also paleo, primal, caveman, gluten free, clean eating, voodoo, witch doctor approved! My eyebrow is already growing together as one…

This is an easy weeknight dinner that I assure you, everyone will approve of. And your gut will thank you for not feeding it complete crap.

I’m back bitches.

You will need:
6 thawed chicken tenderloins (or equivalent to a pound)
2 eggs
1/2 cup of unsweetened almond milk
1/2 cup of almond flour
1 cup of unsweetened coconut
Coconut (or your favorite) cooking spray

Pre-heat oven to 400 degrees.

Gather two bowls. Put your sprayed baking sheet next to them. In one bowl, add your eggs and almond milk. Whisk well. In the other bowl, combine the almond flour and coconut, mix it up well.

One tenderloin at a time, dip it in the egg wash. Let it drip off a few times. Lay chicken tender in the dry mix. Flip it over a few times to get it nice and coated. Lay tender on greased baking sheet. Repeat until all tenders are ready to go!

Bake for about 15 minutes. (Ours took exactly 15.)

Turn broiler on low and let them sit under it for about 2 minutes. Watch carefully so they don’t burn.

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Aren’t they beautiful? My love for chicken tenders is real and deep. I’m that kid who got chicken fingers at Mexican and Japanese restaurants until my buds matured. You could say I’m a chicken finger connoisseur. While trying to lose weight, it’s kind of impossible to eat traditional tenders and see results. So, I am beside myself happy at how delicious and crispy these babies are. Cheat clean? Isn’t that a thing? Oh yes. I’m obsessed with ketchup but please, get creative with your dipping sauce. I’m boring. Enjoy!

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70/30 and binge eating

I tanked this weekend.

I slipped so easily back into my old ways.

I wanted to touch on binge eating and how it is an addiction. Yes, I’ve read studies and reports about how it has been proven that food can be an addiction but I won’t be quoting any or referencing them either. This is because I’ve lived it. Since I was 14 years old. No one has to tell me it is an addiction, no one knows this more than me. Well, I’m sure some of you do but you get the point.

When you live 6-7 years on mainly fast food and frozen meals, you know nothing else. And grilled chicken and vegetables just won’t cut it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve prepared and eaten a fresh, healthy meal only to wind up at Arby’s or Sonic an hour later because “it just didn’t fill me up.” I’ve even claimed that eating lean meats and vegetables every day for 4 days has made me feel “sick.” I’m a real piece of work. Well, was.

I’ve come so far. Even now when I “binge” or “cheat” it is still no where near what I used to take down. And I can’t tell you i had a great excuse for eating a million calories this weekend. I just kept thinking, “I’ll start back Monday.”

With all of that said, in a way I’m grateful for the crazy food weekend I had for one reason. I feel god awful. I’m sitting here in pain because I destroyed my stomach with all of this garbage. I’ve been lethargic and blah feeling all weekend. Heartburn, stomach pains, can’t stop sleeping and in a crappy mood. All because I wanted to eat anything I could get my hands on. Was it worth it? Hell. No. So, in the words of Frank Reynolds, “it’s time to cut the crust off of this shit sandwich.” And remember this feeling. And never let it happen again.

But first, let’s look back at all of the beautiful, terrorizing foods I consumed this weekend.

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It is INSANE how great I feel when I eat fresh, good for you food. And if I had the intense will power to eat a Paleolithic diet, I would in a heartbeat. However, there are just some things I will not give up. Call me weak, that’s fine. But when I break down my weekly foods (when I’m eating the way I should be), I eat about 70% clean and fresh, 30% not. And this is all I want. And I’m very happy at that level. 70/30 makes ME feel wonderful. And awake. And happy.

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This, to me, is a very healthful, fresh grocery list that I can feel good about. And that is exactly the plan for the week. We already had non gmo chicken and tilapia at the house. I’m going to keep things more simple for awhile. A lean protein every night with lots of veggies, fruit and wraps or salads for lunch.

Something that may be a bit controversial, but that I felt was necessary, is slim fast’s extra protein shakes. I was eating oatmeal every single morning for breakfast. And while oatmeal is not necessarily bad for you, it has a lot of extra carbs and no protein so I was starving by 11 and tired.

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These bad boys will be almost my only dairy besides the minuscule cheese I use on salads. And clocking in at 20 grams of protein and only 3 carbs, I refuse to say no. Added bonus: I don’t have to do anything. Just open it up and go to town.

I feel like it’s obvious but I want to re-iterate. I am here firstly to simply lose weight. As I go, I would love to try and eat a more clean, less dairy, less wheat diet. But my first concern is a healthy weight. One thing at a time. And I’d say considering what I used to eat every day, I’m doing okay. Sorry for disappearing on you. I just felt ashamed. Weigh in Friday! And I have a recipe this week for you all. Sweet heat salmon bowls! Can’t wait!

Thanks to all of you guys who look at the blog and comment. The support means the absolute world to me and keeps me sane and going strong.

Xo