Monthly Archives: May 2009

Chili when it’s not chilly


This chili is my go-to easy recipe. I’ve made it so many times that I can recite the ingredients by memory. It’s originally from a recipe that I found several years ago on

Veggie Chili – makes 8 cups
2 peppers, diced
1 small onion, diced
12 oz package of soy meat crumbles
1 can diced tomatoes
1 can tomato sauce (i used a combo of tomato puree and salsa b/c that’s what I had on hand)
2 cans beans, drained (I used black and pinto)
1 small can green chilis (I didn’t have)
1 tbsp chili powder
1 tsp cumin
1 tbsp oil

Saute the peppers and onion in the oil for about 5 minutes on med-high heat. Add the rest of the ingredients and bring to a boil. Turn heat down and let simmer for about 30 minutes.

See, couldn’t be easier?

After dinner, I felt the desire to bake. I’d been wanting to try Super Charge Me Cookies. I think I did something wrong, they were very crumbly and didn’t really stick together before I baked them. I used WW flour instead of spelt but I wouldn’t think that would have any negative effect. I think I didn’t really scrape my bowl of wet ingredients into the dry one well enough and that is what probably caused it. Nonetheless, they were still really good and, because they are so crumbly, could easily be a topping for yogurt.


Beer, Beer, Everywhere

I know I’ve talked a lot about how I want to cut down on the amount of alcohol that I consume, but I couldn’t turn down an old-fashioned beer tasting festival, now could I? Atlanta has a ton of summer festivals, including what we went to yesterday, the East Atlanta Beer Festival.


I had some good beers and some beers that I had to pour out because they were too dark and I couldn’t stomach them.

I ran into a bunch of people that I knew including this semi-creepy but nice guy that I’d met at some networking event a few years ago. I’d run into him here and there every so often but hadn’t seen him in at least a year. And he remembered every detail about me which kind of freaked me out, like he remembered my hometown and not that I’m from DC, like the actual suburb! It’s not like I ever even hung out with this person. Oh well. Fortunately, I ran into someone else that I knew while I was talking to him so he sort of went back to his friends. I was kind of afraid he was going to latch on to me.

Other than that brief moment of creepiness, tt was just a fun day with lots of silliness! And I didn’t get a sunburn. Thank you SPF 70.


After the festival, we were HUNGRY. We took a cab out of the area and went to Fontaines for dinner. I always get the mussels with red sauce and was going to try something new, but just couldn’t help myself and ordered the mussels. I’m like that; I always get the same thing when I find something that I like at a restaurant. At this point, I was drinking mostly water and diet coke. A few more friends met us out and Jason was finally able to after he got off work. Considering I’d been celebrating all day, I was very tired and needed go home around 11pm. A pizza might or might not have been consumed.

Not by any means what one would consider a healthy day, but it was really fun. I really like the group of friends that I was with and when the others showed up, everyone seemed to get along which made me happy.

Pushing It

I feed Murphy twice a day and I always ask him what he wants for dinner. I feel like if I can convince him that he’s eating something different every day, it’ll be more interesting to him. I mean, can you imagine eating Nutro for Sensitive Stomachs for every meal? So, last night he told me that he wanted tacos and margaritas.* After hearing that, Jason decided that Murphy was on to something and that’s what we should have too. So we went back to Carumba Cafe. I decided to try to employ something that I learned in this book that I’m reading and that many successful healthy eaters practice in their own lives. Nothing is off limits in moderation.

I wanted a margarita. Normally I would not have let myself have one because of the calories or, even more likely, I would have one and then beat myself up for it. This time I told myself that this restaurant was known for margaritas and it would be okay to have one. Same strategy for the chips. They were tasty and I could have some and feel okay about it, but not gorge myself. And you know what, it worked! I had one serving of chips and then got a salad for my entree, not to deprive myself, but because their salad is good.

Afterwards, Jason asked if I wanted Yoforia which is across the street from the restaurant. I thought about it and realized that as much as I love Yoforia, I was full and we live a mile from the place, it’s not like I couldn’t go another day.

*Virgin, of course. Murphy is only 2 and a half which is only 17 and a half in people years. He doesn’t have a fake ID either.

I talked to my boot camp instructor on the phone on the way home from work. I basically am frustrated that I’m not really getting any tangible results. He basically said, and I’m paraphrasing because we talked for like 20 minutes, that I need to push myself harder. He doesn’t think I’m working as hard as I could and that’s probably true. It’s not to say that it’s not hard, because it definitely is, but I could probably be a little faster. He said that maybe I should choose a person to “chase” in the class and try to keep up with her. He also wants me to write down everything I’m eating and show him and also practice my running form every day. I guess this also means that I’m signing up again. I just sort want to be really in-shape. I’m not in bad shape now, but I’m not in good shape either.

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