Friday, 30 December 2016

Pasta Zero?! Yes, please!

I wanted to share this with you, sneak it in before my New Year's Eve Post.
I had been seeing this around, Pasta Zero.
I have been hesitant to give it a go, but I caved and bought two bags.
Each bag contains two servings.
You can just open it, drain it, and eat it.
It's found in the refrigerated section. Ours was by the tofu and vegetarian items.
The first time I tried it, I did not tell husband what type of pasta it was.
I didn't want preconceived judgements.

I drained the pasta and set it aside while I prepared the rest of the dish.
I sauteed my veggies, including broccoli, carrots, mushrooms, and some corn kernels.
While that was cooking, I mixed a sauce.
I didn't measure, but did it buy eye in a little fruit bowl.
I used lite soy, rice wine vinegar, sriracha, chile garlic paste, sesame seeds, water, a packet of stevia, and a tablespoon of an organic ginger sesame vinaigrette dressing, mixed with 1 teaspoon of cornstarch.
I had some chicken that I had grilled and chopped the night before which I threw in the pan, and poured in my sauce. I cooked and stirred until the sauce thickened to a consistency that I liked. Then, I took the noodles and added them, tossing them for about 2 minutes, just to get them warm and coated. I divided the concoction into two bowls and served.
It was unanimous!

Here is the link to the Nasoya page so that you can read up on the few ingredients and nutritional values. They also have suggested recipes. I may try one of those next.

Monday, 19 December 2016

2017 - the positive post

I've said it numerous times:
Comparison is the thief of joy.
It's true. So is trying to conform and fit the mold of what others do in your industry, or industries. I have been trying to do that for the past two years. It makes me incredibly grumpy, sad, and stifled. To quote the Smashing Pumpkins, despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage.
So, I'm going back to being this girl:
crazy, loud, tries stupid things, does what she wants when she wants, sings and dances and jumps around in public, takes outrageous selfies and pictures, says funny and sometimes shocking things, wears outrageous clothes, shows off her hard work, doesn't play life's or other people's strategy games or rules, writes filthy novels that follows no formula, and hopes that you read them. If I make you feel uncomfortable, so be it.
I am here to live life to its fullest. As long as I'm not hurting anyone, and my loved ones aren't too scarred over it, that's what's going to happen. In 2017, I am going to be unapologetically happy and me.
Welcome back Jen, let's rock on in 2017....
and get that attitude and body back too while you're at it.

Doodle journals, ramblings, and more.

It's something I've been doing. 
I write affirmations, goals, wants, etc., and mindlessly doodle.
It relaxes me.
And lately, I've needed it.
In the past two months, I've had three deaths in the family, and this past week a very close call with one of my relatives whom I am closest with in life.
In fact, she was gone for a few brief moments.
I'm not sure how much longer I will have with her.
She knows more about me than anyone, even my mother.
She's my aunt, but she's like a second mother and best friend.
She is who I most would love to be like.
She is unapologetically her, wild, free, uninhibited, giving, honest, and doesn't care what others think of her.
I love her more than myself.

Also, our almost 14 year old German Shepherd is on a steady deterioration. We know it won't be that much longer that we have with her. We know she'll be with us past the holidays, but after that...

This year has to end.
Or as I've messaged out, "Whoever has the voodoo doll of me...please, feel free to release the pins."

I woke up the other morning with broken blood vessels in one of my eyes.
I burned my arm trying to catch a log rolling out of the wood stove, and scraped my chin too.
Now, I look just as beaten as I feel.

I have been trying to be in gratitude and find happiness, but I am overly sensitive, sad, and snap with anger inside at all of the loss and grief, and just general poop that has been happening. Rationally, I know it doesn't help anything or change anything.
What can I say?
I'm human.
I know others have it much worse. I tell myself this every morning, and start the day saying,
"Today will be good. All positive, love, and happiness."
Then, BAM!
If there is, or whoever is, that greater entity must trying to show me something, but I'm not sure what yet. Obviously, I'm stubborn to figuring out why or what the message is.
Until then, I'm just trying to release the negative as best as I can.
And hope each day will be the turning point, however, every night, I do find at least one thing that I am grateful for. I have been making an effort to reach out to those I have not been in contact with as much and let them know I love them, am thinking about them.
I have come to know who in my life is there for me as well, and I appreciate them all the more.

 I may be slightly beaten, but not defeated.
I plan on turning this around and basically kicking 2017's ass into being my bitch.

Monday, 12 December 2016

It's that time! Ramblings of new year thoughts, changes, recipes, and songs!

It's getting close to that time of year where we all begin thinking about the new year ahead.
We contemplate new ideas, new goals, changes we would like to make.
I came across this pic and thought it was a grand plan for me.

Besides unfollowing people on social media, I am going to be unplugging from Facebook on a more constant basis. In the beginning, I was convinced that it was a great platform for promotion of indie authors. Unfortunately, it is more like a platform for adults to regress back to high school in a race for popularity in the best cliques. Sadly, I tried for a bit. I also hate the way it has made me react on more than one occasion. I am ashamed of it as well.
That's not me.
It's not who I want to be.
Finally, I realize that I didn't fight for that in high school, why should I now?
I don't want to be part of the scheming antics, hate, and maliciousness that it has bred.
Heck, all of the 'promotion' that I do on there doesn't help sales anyway.
I will just continue to write my books because I enjoy it.
What may be, may be.
I'm not saying that I am leaving the site. No, I'm just logging out more and will only check it maybe once a day.  
However, I still love Instagram, lol.
I love scrolling through and seeing the inspiration and funnies posted there.
I will still be posting there for sure.

And don't worry! I will not bombard this blog with my book promotion, but I will probably announce when I am releasing a new book and events that I will be attending.

And, I want to take more care with these blogs of mine. I have let them lapse chasing the book dream.
This one needs nurturing.
It needs to be and stay positive...and eventually inspiring.
My other, more informative and just fun.

I have been reflecting on a career change as well, though what to exactly, I have no clue.
A couple of weeks ago, my computer was infected with ransomware. All of my files were encrypted, so they are still there, but useless until a decryption program is found/created.
I take responsibility for it all.
I had become complacent and not backed up in ages.

It's been stressful, my contract work has been nonstop, and I have been working 12 to 18 hour days.
Up until this past weekend, I worked 25 days straight with no breaks.
I cringe every time my phone pings with a new email.
I know, I am very lucky to have a job, much less one where I work from home.
In April, I will have been doing it, and with the same company, for 25 years.
I think I am just burnt out.
I don't enjoy my work, and haven't for years.

I am happiest in the gym or kitchen.
I love anatomy, physiology, and nutrition.
I am always tossing around the idea of getting my personal training certificate or a nutrition counseling one. I don't know.
Change is scary.
Yet, I'm in the pursuit of happiness, so I need to be brave, make decisions and take a plunge, whatever that may be.

I am back to experimenting in the kitchen too.
I am still in pursuit of making a good breakfast sandwich from ingredients I commonly eat.

It's getting better, but I think there's definite room for improvement.

For these, I took:
1/2 cup old fashioned oats ground in the coffee grinder
1 tsp. baking powder
1/3 cup liquid egg whites
Dash sea salt and pepper
Sprinkle of nutritional yeast

I mixed it up and put them in two silicone muffin cups.
I baked them in my toaster oven on 350 for about 20 minutes, but I kept checking on them.
I pulled them out when I touched the tops, and there was a little spring back in them.

I sliced them in half and split one large egg that I scrambled in my omlet pan.
I did spray a little I Can't Believe It's Not Butter spray on each.

The flavor and consistency was more like a thick English muffin, but it helped my cravings out.

And to end on a happy note, this song just makes me smile...and dance.

So, here's to reflection, thinking about great changes ahead, happiness, gratitude, turning back into a normal and inspiring human, and acquiring Red Lips and Dat A$$!