Trim Healthy Beth–Year ONE!




Truly, a picture is worth a thousand words.

I have taken a lovely stroll down memory lane this week, and have been enjoying a texting frenzy of old picture sharing with close friends and family.

What a difference a year can make!!


I have been pondering the first few weeks and months of THM

There are so, soosooo many things to say.

Suddenly, however, I am truly, honestly, and oh-so-completely….


Seriously?  Total loss for words.

As of today I am just shy of:

Seventy-Six Pounds Lost!!!!


Or roughly three-hundred-and-four sticks of butta!!


OR…..*pausing to remember the olden days of Bethonadiet when I would compare everything to kale*…..38,000 cups o’ Kale!!  (hahaha!)


That is a lot of kale :)

I would like to lose about another 60 pounds, so I am looking forward with great anticipation to this upcoming year.

The most amazing thing, however, has been the contentment that I have found from eating according to the Trim Healthy Mama plan.

Truly liberating.

I simply love it and, for the first time in my life, I can say that I have found something that is darn-near second nature for me.

When I first started reading the THM book, I read one phrase that stuck out to me:

“We are here to offer you food sanity.”

I remember reading that line so vividly.

I underlined, starred, and highlighted it.

It just sounded so…..wonderful.


I was sooo tired of the rat race of dieting.

Tired of having to stir up excitement within myself for counting points, calories, endless training sessions, (and weird juice fasts….which reminds me):


This is a picture of the “new lifestyle” that I embraced shortly after watching Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead a few months before starting THM.


{ask my coworkers how they enjoyed having me spill an ENTIRE jar of green, slimy goodness all over my desk, phone, and wall at work!}

It was expensive.

And exhausting.

{Don’t get me wrong.  I am not bashing Joe Cross the Juicing man.  I’m a fan.  (For goodness sake, my home stomping grounds were profiled in the movie–what was there not to like about that?!)}

But…..for life?

Doing endless juice cycles for life?

Nice thought but no.

{I made it four days and had already reached my quota of juice for the next several years of living}.

The point is…we have to find something that we are okay with doing f-o-r-e-v-e-r.

As in….forever, forever.

What it is for you, I honestly do not know….

But I count myself blessed that THM literally fell into my lap.

It has changed my life….(and I never even read the book the whole way through—sshhh!  don’t tell!)


Life is good.

The deserts are great, and the dinners are satisfying.

{What more could you want?}

I have managed to go on vacations, out to eat oodles of times, over to dinner parties, and through the lines of fast-food restaurants….all the while staying “on plan”.

Simply put: I have a very hard time justifying not eating this way.

I just can’t seem to think of a good enough reason to not…..

Oh wait I lied.

Puppy chow.

I had some puppy chow at Christmastime…..(somebody please invent a THM puppy chow will you?!!?!?)


Anyhow, you get my point.

76 pounds is a lot of weight.

I have relished the moments of buying smaller clothes (the jeans in the after pic above are FOUR sizes smaller than the pic to the left—woohoo!!!).

Allow me to divert for one second to share a few things that I now cherish in life:

  • The ability to wrap my bath towel all the way around my body.
  • My newly emerged dimples that I had almost forgotten God had given me
  • Shrinking feet
  • Smaller boobs (oops did I just write that out loud?!!)
  • Running (perhaps my biggest treat of all!).

I don’t take any of these things for granted.

I love fitting comfortably in our auditorium seats at work, and easily rolling up my pant-legs for a fun pedicure.

I love belts.  Again.

I enjoy feeling alive and full of energy.

I love crossing my legs like a normal person.

Mostly: I love the feeling of NOT feeling out-of-control with my weight and eating.

Words cannot articulate it, because it simply strikes thee nerve of my life.

All of these things I will never take for granted in life again.

I have thought….and thought…and thought some more about “when it was that my weight got out of control”.

My conclusion?

There is no one single answer.

No single event.

It was the broken heart that devastated me when I was 16, the endless bottles of cherry coke that got me through nursing school, and the hundreds of nights spent eating out when I was lonely after living alone for the first time in my life.

It was extreme disappointment in the field of healthcare, and all that I had given up in my life in order to get there.

It was night-shifts, and deserts, and just plain depression.

It was broken dreams, unfulfilled desires.

Mostly?  It was a LOT of sugar.

What I am saying is this: It was so many, many things.

With all of that said, tonight’s joyful something is exactly what I said it was 6 months ago:

God does not leave us alone in our misery.

Breakthrough can come at the oddest times and from the most random places…for this I am grateful!

MAJOR turning points in life can stem from seemingly random things like an injured hand with a slow recovery.

A year really CAN change everything.



When I started this blog, I had one single phrase that would run through my mind:

In order to change….I must actually be willing to change.

The {completely!!} unexpected bonus has been to actually enjoy it while it is happening.

And I certainly AM!!!

Life is….very good.

“He reached down from on high and took hold of me; He drew me out of deep waters” (Psalm 18:16).

For years and years and years I understood the “deep waters” in terms of my weight struggle….and now I understand the feeling that God is literally pulling me out of it.

Truly…He has and is doing just that.

{And if He is doing it for me…He will do it for you as well.}

Cheers to Hope!!


The Victory Ten



Ten minutes has become a bit of a theme in my life.

The “you-have-to-workout-for-at-least-10-minutes” rule, has proven to be a complete success for me.

Remember this year’s motto?

Ten minutes active is better than ten minutes not.

{My little nugget of motivation.}

Recently, ten minutes has begun to mean a little something else in my world as well.

I’m not sure how it started.

Chalk it up to mind-games that I play while running down minutes of time on my treadmill, or mental trophy’s I hold up to keep myself moving when I may want to quit.

Whatever the case, ten minutes has come to mean so much more to me than I ever thought it would.

{Tiny bit of background: I start every run off with 30 minutes on my treadmill.  This Manual Mode default always seems to be a good place to start, so I figured why not.}

Early on, however, I began to take extreme delight in running this number down.

Allll the way down to 1-second….

And then I wind it back up again.

{And Again.}

{And again some more.}

I love everything about this.

I love running time down, and feel empowered every single time I nudge the clock back up, going back for round two.

The thing I have come to love most of all, however, are the very last 10-minutes that I put on the clock.

The Victory Ten.

There is something about my last ten minutes of any given run that I absolutely look forward too.

I love every single detail about them.

I may be so tired, with a sore right heel, right knee, right hip (do we see a trend?!).

But during my last 10 minutes, I don’t bother myself with any of those things.

Somehow I simply block it out.

Those last ten?

Those are just for me.

Those are to be savored.

Those are for giving it my all.

For celebrating the run.

For treasuring a job well-done.

For enjoying the quietness of my flushed face, steadied breathing, and a ponytail that has been reduced to a huge ball of tangled mess.

{All of this I love.}

It seems that no matter how much I may have drudged along, there is renewed strength during those last ten minutes.

{It’s fascinating to me.}

There’s just something about it.

All downhill.

All lightweight.

All victorious.

The secret?

**The Victory ten wouldn’t be nearly so sweet if it didn’t come at the end of a long, hard, treacherous run.**

I earned those ten.

I earned the freedom of the final minutes.

I earned the celebration of a job well-done.

Lately I have been pondering how often life seems to mimic my runs.

So often, there are moments of time that I am simply trying to just survive.

I’m just trying to wind the clock down.

To make it through to the end.

To finish upright and still standing.

I get tired, and begin to notice all of those life-nuances of sore heels, knees, and hips.

My gait is not steady, my posture is not straight, and my breathing is often labored.

And then it hits me:

Why on earth am I trying to do this on my own?


When I am at my end…when I think I have nothing left in me…when I feel that all is lost….all that I really need is to go to the Lord for a re-set.  Somehow, He breaks through the drudgery, shakes all of my dirt off…and sets my feet on the path of The Victory Ten.

I am convinced that God uses the drudgery of the long, hard runs of life to bring about the sweetest seasons of living that we have ever known.

Our strongest gait can come out of our weakest moments.

It is then that our focus is narrowed.

Then that the prize is before us.

Then that we really begin to experience the Victory Ten of life.

The truth?

The truth is that, in light of eternity, we are all living lives that are really nothing more than ten *very brief* moments of time.

My prayer?

I want to run every one of those brief moments with abandonment.

Holding nothing back, and finishing strong.

I want to get it right.

And at that end of the day, I want to have sought my Maker

I read this just this morning:

“He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might He increases strength.  Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted; but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint. (Isaiah 40: 29-31) 


That is a nugget for all of us.

{And it wouldn’t be nearly so sweet if it didn’t come at the end of a long, hard run.}

His strength would not be coveted if we were already filled up and full of energy.

Could it be that He allows the depleting, to show us just how sweet His strength really is?

Is it possible that depletion is a blessing?  Used to reveal how week we really are?

I think so.

God is in the business of redeeming time, renewing strength, and releasing us to run the Victory Ten of our lives.




Sounds good to me.


On Behalf of the Beheaded….

I keep staring at these men….


So many, many thoughts running through my heart and mind tonight.

Mostly one:

Am I ready to be one of them?

Just the thought sends chills up my spine, tingling fluttering through my heart, and churning deep within my stomach.

Sobering, huh?

Mostly, however, I am absolutely consumed by one over-riding thought to all of this:

{{{I do not believe that they died alone.}}}

Mostly, I look at their faces and wonder what, exactly, they may have been “seeing” that none of their killers were pr ivied too in the moments leading up to their death.

I think of Stephen.

The account of the stoning of Stephen is absolutely one of my favorite of all favorite things in the New Testament.

{Beth you are starting to sound a little cra-cra!}

I know, I know….it sounds odd to say, but believe me…it’s the truth.

Stephen, a follower of Jesus, is eventually hauled into court, accused of Blasphemy and called to give thee account of his life.

I mean…this is the big moment.

This is where the rubber meets the road.

This is what it all comes down to.

He does an amazing job, by the way.

I read his statement and picture myself in his shoes…

What would I say?  Could I articulate myself?  Would I stand firm?

{all questions worth asking ourselves…}

When he starts talking, the Bible says that his face was as radiant as an angel–(acts 6:15)

(sounds a lot like Moses after he had that *tiny little, earth-shattering* encounter with His Creator on that mountain a long time ago…).

So….needless to say: something was “up”.

God showed up….filled him up…and helped him to give the speech of his life.

And then….do you know what happened?

He allowed them to execute him.

Stephen was martyred.

And God allowed it.

{By the way…I know I am not alone in my struggle with all of the things that God “allows”…but my struggle does not change the fact that He does allow!!  We serve (if we choose too) a God who often Allows.  I often think: How many times does God look down upon us, only to see us angry, bitter, and resentful towards Him….(cursing His name…giving Him the “bird” essentially)…and does He ever wonder: “Why are you blaming me for the world being exactly what I said it was?? ” NEWSFLASH: We live in fallen, disgusting, vile, filthy world.  Desperately hopeless.  Desperately in need of redemption and forgiveness.  That is the point, my dear friend!!  Suffering does not disprove God….suffering shows that we are all that He said we were before we even began.  The question that is begging to be asked: What are we going to say to our Maker on the day that we meet Him?  The one who formed Mars, created Galaxies, invented fetal circulation, and designed the iris of my eye…..I will actually meet Him someday.  The sad truth is: Many of us spend more time preparing for our retirement, than we do our death….and only one of them is going to happen for certain.  Talk about chilling.}

So, to the naked eye it would seem that Stephen lost.

He died.

He said his schpeel…and then he was killed.

No miracles happened to stop his death.

No intervention from the Lord.

The Sun did not stand still…the sounds of horses were not heard as the army of God came to rescue him.

He died.

On the outskirts of town…alone.

{Gosh it sounds a bit like Jesus…}


If you stopped there you would despair.

You would think: There goes another sad soul…he stood for something so silly…why did he die for an idea?  For Theology?   What a sad death.

There was no world war he was engaging in…

No human he was rescuing on his way to his own demise.

He stood up for a (then) Invisible Jesus, and died a very visible death because of it.


Something very interesting…

As he was being murdered… he was losing…as he was a mere moment away from slipping into eternity:

God opened his eyes to see all that was REALLY going on…

Heaven was closer than he thought.

Jesus was actually s-t-a-n-d-i-n-g to greet him.

Think about that one for a second.

For a mere man.

A mortal.

A fallen human being.

Jesus was literally standing to usher him into eternity and the heavens literally opened right before Stephens eyes.


{One of the best sermons I have ever heard was on this topic: May we all live lives worthy of a standing ovation from Jesus Himself when we are finally ushered into eternity.}

The interesting thing?

Nothing tells us that his killers saw any of this as it was going on.

I know, I know….gosh that poor Stephen was probably hallucinating, right?

I’ve heard that about Noah too, in light of the movie that just came out: Poor Noah…he was just a crazy Schizophrenic.


Let’s tell ourselves that.

Stephen was just nuts.

{{Or was he?}}

The truth is:

We just won’t know for sure, will we?

That’s the deal about this tiny little thing called faith.

We won’t know…until it is us.

Until we are the ones in the hot seat…

Until we are called to give the account of our lives…

My money is on the sanity of Stephen…the history account that he gives leading up to his death proves that he was, in fact, lucid and in his right mind.

Looking at this picture again, something interesting dawned on me:

isisLook at those men.

Then look up….look at their killers.

Do you see the difference?

The difference is this:

veiled vs. unveiled.

The captives are unveiled.

The captors are veiled.

The difference lies in their ability to see.

The captors are limited in their field of vision.

{Left to our own…so are we.}

Jesus died…and He gave us the right to see.

The veil was torn.

Access to Him was granted.

Could it be possible that this “vision”, this “access” affects every fabric of our being…even while we are down here on this tired, old, fading-away earth?

I think so.

God…give me eyes to see what You are doing.

Seeking Him has benefits far beyond anything we can think or imagine.


That is the “Joyful Something” that I am pondering tonight.


Happy Day ‘O Love!

Have I mentioned my love for Saturday mornings?

L-o-v-e them.

Lately, I have been celebrating a new “favorite” way to ring in this favorite morning of mine.


First let me just say: Casually waking up is one of my favorite-of-all-favorite things.

All week long my alarm starts harassing me at 0430 (if I want to run before work it’s an hour earlier than that–need I say more?!).

So….Saturday is my morning to oblige to no one and nothing.

First rule?  No alarms.

Second rule?  Great coffee.

But now…I have begun to add a new one to the line-up: Great run!

This morning I woke up pretty much the same as every other weekend day (lovely), and then proceeded to lay in bed, thinking of all of the reasons that I shouldn’t start my day off by running.

Then I got up, and pulled on a favorite pair of running capri’s.

(P.s….good workout clothes?  *worth their weight in gold!*)


So….with that I was off to jump on my treadmill to fulfill my “you-have-to-go-at-least-10-minutes” rule of running.

Ninety minutes later….I slowed to a walk.

{still proud over here if you can’t tell!}

90 minutes of running.

90 minutes of pondering, mulling, and weighing things out.

90 minutes of competing in a marathon, finishing the Western States, and then moving on to Badwater.


90 minutes of new clothes, fun outfits, and long-awaited trips.

Bottom line?

90 minutes can change everything.

Running can change everything.

Right-left…right-left…plodding along one step at a time…

Clearing my mind and quieting my heart.

I swear I think my best thoughts while running.

Today’s epiphany?


I am grateful that I am still single.

No really.

I am.

I have had this growing thought for sometime now.

For all of my lonely aching, and my “why-did-God-give-me-ovaries-if-He-knew-they-would-never-be-used” kinda thoughts, this one has been increasingly overriding to all of them.

I am grateful.

I mean…I say this….delicately.  

I would be lying if I said I didn’t waiver, or struggle with this revelation.

It actually pains me to admit it.

It’s as if I don’t want the Lord to forget how badly I am longing for a new season to come into my life (oh the games we play, huh?!).


{and it’s a big however!}

I have begun to be grateful for something that God saw that I needed long ago.


I love that, in this season of my life, I have nobody else to think about.

Nobody to cook for, clean for, pick-up after, or aim to please.

Except for little-man Henry….and I am fairly certain he has the best life a dog could ever ask for, so he doesn’t count!

{I told him so while he was enjoying his taste of bacon this morning, and I am fairly certain he agreed with me.}

Anyhow, as much as it pains me to admit it:

I NEED this time.

{and I know it.}

So….my Joyful Something for today?

I am still single.

I do not have a special someone.

Noone cares to cook me a romantic dinner, or take me to my favorite restaurant.

{And that??….That is exactly what is needed for me in this moment of my life.}

As it turns out…God really is a genius.

He really does think y-e-a-r-s ahead of us…

Planning jobs…

Organizing careers…

Orchestrating love.

And this girl is pausing to say….that I am happy for the wait.

{It will be worth it in the end–I’m certain!}

Happy Valentines Day :)


{admit it…they are cute :)}

{sorry for the poor picture quality!}

A Wrinkle in Time…

I’ve been pondering whether or not I could do this post since I took these pictures last weekend.

Scared yet?!

{I know I am!! haha!}

I feel the need to pause here and say:

the word flattering is not one that I would use to describe these…

Adding to this the reality of our present day tendencies…you know….the “I-will-just-take-a-thousand-selfies-and-then-post-the-most-flattering-one-on-FB-and-pretend-that-I-look-like-that-all-the-time” tendency?—well, this one leaves….**a bit** to be desired.

However, it’s who I am…and where I am coming from.

It’s my life.

{Okay, enough!}


So, a few years ago…this happened.



June 14th, 2012, to be exact (thank you, new iPhone for tracking the dates of every pic I take!).

{sorry about the glare!}


I took it on purpose.

I know…I was shocked too :)


I was sitting in my favorite little reading chair, and just-so-happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror….

Oh. My. Word!!

{{{It took my breath away.}}}

I remember it so, so, sooo well.

I sat there, momentarily frozen in place, just…..s-t-a-r-i-n-g at myself.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of my reflection.

I kept saying:

“Just look at you…..look at who you’ve become”.

{Not a fun moment.}

In that second, I made myself take out my phone, and proceeded to snap a candid, untouched, unfiltered pic of myself.

I had too.

I promised myself that nobody else had to see it (ha!).

It was only for me.

A much-needed reality check, to keep me from lying to myself about just how unhealthy I really was.

I was left devastated, having no idea where to start, what to do, or how to change.

***fast foward 2 1/2 years….almost a year into somehow enjoying life in a low-glycemic way….***

Just last weekend, I sat down in that favorite chair once again, thinking nothing of the pic I had taken a few years back.

And, as happened a few years before, for whatever reason my eye caught my reflection in that darn mirror once again.


It stopped me in my tracks.


I just sat there for some time.

Staring at myself.

I couldn’t stop.

Somehow, instantly my memory was jarred, and I took out my phone, scrambling thru the volumes of pics—hoping to find that one I had taken a few years prior.

The moment I found that photo I just sat there quietly while my eyes scanned back and forth from pic to present day.

And, just like two years before, I said nearly the same words,

“just look at you…look who you’ve become”…

Only this time, they meant something entirely different.




NOT full of self-loathing, depression, or disgust with myself (if you look closely…it would almost appear that I have a pleasant expression on my face!).

Yes.  I still have a good chunk of weight left to lose.

{But, honestly, I couldn’t be more happy or content with how far I have come.}

Tonight?  Tonight I am looking at this post as a “take a second to remember how far you have come” kinda thing.

It’s important.

At the end of the day, I know I am not alone.

Many, many, many of us want to see change and progress in this area of our lives.

My simple piece of encouragement?

Keep going.

Change is proving to be completely, totally, and utterly worth every single little bit of effort that it requires.


That is my Joyful Something for tonight.


Flame Renewed

I’m running again.


It has been so interesting to me, and I have realized a few big differences already.

For one, I am doing it regularly.

I decided that one of my goals for this year, was to try to exercise on my days off from work, which works out to be 3days/week.  Not too bad of a goal for someone who typically goes through vast and varying fluctuations in relation to “all-things-sweating”.

Great goal, I thought.

I have never done it, though…

Because I have yet to only exercise on my days off.

Shock of all shocks….it seems that I actually can fit it in, even on my long work days, if I am really looking for a window in which to do so….


Another tweak was to aim to work out for at least 10 minutes.


A whopping Ten minutes.

{I promised myself I was then allowed to be done}.

*This has proved to be one of the most important mental adjustments I have made….allowing myself the freedom of stopping after only 10 minutes.*  

{I have never actually done that one, either, by the way.  Funny thing is…once you get going…you can pretty easily keep yourself going}.

So….the 10-minute goal has proved itself to be the “dangling carrot” of motivation that it often takes to get myself going…and let’s face it: The “getting going” is really the worst part, right?


With all of this in the forefront of my mind, I set out at the beginning of this month to rekindle my relationship with my treadmill.

I simply love it.

Hands down…best purchase I have ever made.

It’s always open.

Always available.

Always ready to go.

Always tucked neatly away in my basement, outside of the realm of being discovered by other humans; allowing me the feeling of hiding out and retreating away…completely on my own, ready for a good workout.

Let us stroll briefly down memory lane, shall we?

Several years ago I embarked on regular running.

I was doing really good, too….!

Until I wasn’t.

It seemed like over night I was plagued by fatigue, burn-out, sore heels, and annoyances that I hadn’t noticed before.  Annoyances like….a hot and sweaty gym.

{Everything bothered me}.

All-of-the-sudden….the simple pleasure of running for enjoyment was lost.

I had signed up for a marathon, and set-out to plow through the months of training that were required in order to cross the finish line.

Looking back, however, I realize that I made one crucial mistake:

I talked about it.

As in…to everyone.

Suddenly, floods of advice, council, and wise-words seemed to come at me from every direction.

You really need to take the plunge and run outside“…

How are you going to handle that marathon if you have only challenged yourself on a treadmill?  Treadmill’s are sooo modified….you really need to switch to real running.”


Real running.

And so it became that I had this mindset that I must surely be one of those fake runners.

Of the “non-runners-who-run” variety of people.

{The weird ones who actually prefer the treadmill}.

I instantly felt that my success on the treadmill was wiped away in the shadow of the almighty real run.

So…one thing led to another….and I stopped altogether.

{Like…for a long time}.


However, tomorrow marks one month reconciled with this old and very dear friend.

This time, however, I have tucked away a few truths–deep within myself–that I now know for certain:

1) Treadmill runners are still runners.

I will no longer throw out the disclaimer of “well….I run on a treadmill”, as if there is a need to confess my embarrassing modification to the outside, “real” exercise-filled world.  I am allowing myself this, and it feels good.

2) I am a runner….not a jogger.

I watch myself every single time I jump on my beautiful treadmill, and I have noticed something: I am actually r-u-n-n-i-n-g.

I am running!!

Not jogging.

Not limping along.


I may go slower than some of you walk (sometimes the truth hurts!)…..but guess what?  I may or may not also have *quite a bit* of extra poundage that I am currently carrying along with me the entire time!  Now, whenever I play the comparison game, I mentally picture some stronger, fitter runner strapping on a few, oh lets just say, seventy extra pounds, and then delight in picturing how fast they might not be running.

Huh.  We really may not be that different after all.

3) I can not take the importance of my eating out of my running equation.

Boy have I have done this before.

{Okay….several times, actually}.

Guess what I finally realized?

Those 7 miles that I just put in??  As it turns out…those really can be and often are  completely overshadowed by terrible eating.

My Reality check (and next realization)?

4) It really IS possible to “out-eat” my run.

I know this one very well.

This one I will no longer forget.

For the first time, in probably almost 10 years, I actually feel like I have a handle on my eating.

***this is me pausing for a moment to be thankful for this HUGE change of events in my life!!***

I have managed to lose almost 70 pounds so far, all-the-while exercising very little.


However…I missed running.

I missed my friend.

So this past month I have taken steps to rekindle this old companionship.

I relish in the retreating away.

In slipping away from the bombardment of everyday life…..getting lost in my thoughts.

Getting lost in my magical imagination.

In My dreams.

My hopes.

My fears.

It is there that I climb mountains…there that I clear my mind…there that I calm my insides…and there that I am reminded of Whom I put my faith in.

Simply put?

I run…until everything else is quiet.

And quiet, as it turns out, is a lovely state of being.

That’s my joyful something for today.


{Happy Saturday!}

Sausage Cauliflower Soup w/ Kale croutons



The other day at work everyone ordered Panera for lunch.

I love the potato soup from there, and sat there for a bit daydreaming about how a bowl of it would taste.

Honestly, I don’t usually deal with severe temptations or cravings too much anymore at all.  It just seems like the further out I get from having any real sugar or simple carbs in my diet, the less I have to try to stick with this new way of eating/living.


Anyhow, those cravings that day were the driving force behind this recipe.

I wanted soup.

And I wanted that soup to be potato soup.


I knew that many brave soles had gone before me and entered into the “f aux potato soup ingredient land” of Cauliflower.

However, I did not have any ingredients on hand for a few of the yummy sounding recipes I was finding online, and opted instead to try to see if I could come up with something tasty on my own.

Honestly…this was really good!!



I will definitely make it again!

The consistency is very similar in texture and thickness to potato soup.

Next time I will probably leave 1/3 of the cauliflower whole to add into the soup pot, so I can enjoy some of the pieces….but other than that, I don’t plan to change a thing!

It’s quick, easy, and cheesy (yes…proud of the rhyming over here! :)).  BUT…it wasn’t heavy or saturated-feeling….it was warm and cozy and I loved every single bowl full!!


Try it!!

Easy Cheesy Cauliflower Soup w/ Kale croutons
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Serves: 3-4servings
  • 1 package, frozen cauliflower
  • approx ¼ cup Almond milk, unsweetened (I don't measure...just add enough for cauliflower to blend well!)
  • 2½-3 cups Vegetable broth
  • 1 can of Rotel (I used mild)
  • 12 oz Breakfast sausage, browned (this is what I had...any would be fine!)
  • 2 oz Cream cheese (1/4 stick)
  • ½ cup grated Parmesan, plus extra for garnish and as desired to taste!
  • 2 tsp Garlic powder (okay honestly...I don't measure...but that amount seems about right!)
  • Salt, Pepper to taste
  • kale crouton:
  • 1 bunch kale, washed and de-stemmed....dried and laid out on cookie sheet. spray w/coconut oil, season with salt and garlic powder. Bake 350 for approx. 20 minutes.
  1. In microwave safe dish, add frozen cauliflower and cook on high for 4 minutes. Stir. Cook for another 4 minutes or so, until florets are soft and tender. Transfer cauliflower to Blender or food processor (I like the blender because it makes a smoother texture!). Add Almond milk and blend until smooth. In small stockpot, add vegetable broth, Rotel, sausage, and pureed cauliflower and bring barely to boil and let simmer for about 10 minutes, just to get all flavors melded. Taste and start adding your salt, pepper, and garlic powder until it is seasoned how you like it. Remove from heat. Stir in the softened cream cheese (room temp blends in really well.) Add Parmesan. Transfer to bowl and add a few decent-sized pieces of crispy kale!!! (the kale folds in really well, and adds some extra flavor and pretty color too!)
  2. **note...this recipe does not take that long to cook...I only included time taken to make kale chips...if you want to cut those out it would take even less time!**



Buttons and Zippers

It dawned on me the other day that I have yet to blog about one of my most favorite-of-all-favorite things about this chilly winter season….





For the first time in…..okay let’s just call it “a loooong time”, every. single. coat that I own…


I simply cannot remember a winter that was not somehow filled with random scarves, hoping that they would somehow cover “that section” of myself that was left open to the weather when whatever coat I happened to be wearing would not zip.

Or button.

Or snap.

In case you are wondering?

Yes…It gets old.

(and NO!…I would NOT simply “just go buy a new coat!!”  Because I was aaallllwaaayys trying to get myself in gear to lose the weight!  Always!)


A Secret?

Sometimes…..when I get ancy and think that I should be losing faster, or wearing smaller sizes of jeans or shirts by now….what do I do?

I go bake a dozen of my favorite PB cookies…stand in my kitchen and enjoy a few of them (okay more like 3 or 4!)…and then wander over and just stare at these.


Because, while I’m gazing lovingly at my newly  acquired (and fun!) winter wear, it’s then that it really hits me:

Life is pretty darn good.

Cheers to many, many more winters filled with buttons that button, zippers that zip, and snaps that easily close.

(It really does come down to the little things, right?!)

Happy Tuesday!

Trim Healthy Weekend–eating in the real world

Okay.  Yes, I slacked off and am now finding myself at Sunday night and realizing that I have yet to post my eating for this weekend….oops. :)

Weekends, though, are so interesting for me.  They seem to naturally fall into their own category anyway, so I am opting to lump them together and go from there.



Friday Food:

  • Breakfast: 2 peanut butter cookies (sorry–they sounded good!), a few random bites of rotisserie chicken leftovers (as I was making my lunch), and coffee
  • Lunch:  Leftover Rotisserie chicken, with leftover roasted spaghetti squash; small handful of smoked almonds; 4 small squares of Lilly’s chocolate; a few random turkey jerky bites (as I was warming up my food…I was starving!)
  • Dinner:  I’m embarrassed to say…but more of the same :)  I had enough chicken and squash leftover for one more meal, so I just ate that for dinner (as I had NO plans and was in my pj’s about 3 seconds after walking thru my door!); Peanut butter cookies w/ vanilla bean ice cream (SoDelicious-sugar-free coconut) for dessert.

Saturday Food:

  • Breakfast:  2 peanut butter cookies (do we see a trend here?!), coffee w/1TB grassfed organic butter melted in (yum!)
  • Lunch: 1 full Lavish bread microwaved in pieces on high for 2minutes to make chips (yes…I know we are only supposed to have half, but there is only 8g Carbs in the whole thing, so that is something I allow myself to have if going out to eat!); Guacamole; 1lavish chip full of Queso (random…decided to try a bite); Taco salad w/beef and cheese (and ranch for the salad part).
  • Dinner: 2 Banana Muffins w/1tsp melted butter; coffee (black)

Sunday Food:

  • Breakfast: 2 Banana Muffins w/1tsp melted butter; Caramel Vanilla Greek Yogurt (YUM! nonfat, plain G. Yogurt, sweetened and caramel and vanilla extract swirled in!!)
  • Lunch: I ate out at a BBQ place—1 Large garden salad w/Beef Burnt ends and bacon added, ranch on the side.  Side order of Garlic, Parmesan Brocolli.
  • Dinner: Cheesy Sausage soup (recipe coming!); veggies w/ dip (cucumber, green peppers); Dessert: 4 no-bake peanut butter coconut cookies (have you seen that recipe floating around??  SO tasty!!  And you can have up to 4 w/ the coconut! woohoo for that! haha!)


hhmmm….what else…..I got nothin’ :)




Lemon Cream Cake w/Butter Cream Frosting

I recently celebrated 34 years of living.

{yay me!}

Naturally, I needed a birthday cake.

I wanted one that did not derail my eating in any way.



This led me to try out a few different recipes, while reading through even more.

I have been combining several different ones, in hopes of coming up with a version to have on hand for a nice lemon cake that I enjoyed.

This was Take #3, and it honestly turned out delicious!


It was moist (yes…I actually used the word “moist”!!  This is probably the only time in life that I ever advocate using such a word!!), non-grainy, and light.

loved the lemon flavor.

loved the lemon butter cream frosting.



Mostly, I loved the feeling that I had found a way to “have my cake and eat it too”….while still losing weight!





Bottom line:  This is a recipe that I would not be embarrassed or afraid to make for a group.

It is sugar-free, and gluten-free.


I will be making this again and again!

Lemon Cream Cake w/Butter Cream Frosting
Recipe type: dessert
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Serves: 12pieces
  • 1 Cup Almond Meal (I use this instead of almond flour because it is almost ½ price of the flour)
  • ¼ Cup Coconut Flour
  • ½ tsp Sea Salt
  • 1tsp Baking Powder
  • Zest from 1 Lemon
  • Juice of 2 lemons, divided
  • 2 TB Coconut Oil, melted
  • 1 Stick+ 2TB butter, softened
  • 1 Block Cream Cheese, divided
  • ¼ cup Sweet Blend (or ¾ cup Truvia)
  • ½-3/4 cup Powdered Swerve
  • 5 Eggs, beaten
  • 1 generous tsp, Vanilla
  1. Preheat oven to 325 degrees. In large bowl, cream together butter and cream cheese. Add Sweet Blend (or truvia). Blend. Next Add eggs and blend 1 at a time. Add Baking powder, salt, vanilla, lemon zest and ½ of lemon juice (juice from 1 lemon). Blend well for 1-2minutes. Add Almond Meal and Coconut Flour. Blend until smooth. Pour into rounded cake pan. (If you want, use smaller amounts in 2 round pans, to allow for a layered cake--I'm gonna do this next time!). Bake 325 degrees for about 40-50 minutes or until fork comes out clean. The top will seem a bit soft, but if the fork comes out clean consider it done! Remove from oven and allow to cool.
  2. Frosting:
  3. In small bowl, combine other half of cream cheese, 2 TB butter, lemon juice, and powdered Swerve. Beat on high for several minutes until light and fluffy. Taste and adjust for sweetness. Spread on cake. Enjoy!


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