Friday, March 30, 2012
In an effort to find a quick meal that met our Mexican cravings and yet met our nutritional needs, I stumbled upon a fantastic Chicken Tortilla Soup recipe. This meal is quickly thrown together on those hectic soccer nights! It's also become one of the most requested household meals - loved by kids and adults alike! We love it topped with fresh avocado, jalapeño, a sprinkle of cheddar cheese, some crushed tortilla chips and maybe a small dallop of crema! Mmmmm. Let me know if you try it!
Chicken Tortilla Soup
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1 small onion, diced (I substitute leeks)
2 tablespoons minced garlic (I am heavy on the garlic)
2 jalapenos, finely diced
6 cups low-sodium chicken broth
1 (14.5-ounce) can fire roasted diced tomatoes (I like Ro-Tel tomatoes for spice)
1 (14.5-ounce) can black beans, rinsed and drained
1 bag of frozen white shoepeg corn
3 chicken breasts, boneless and skinless
2 limes, juiced, plus wedges for garnish (I use lime juice when out of fresh lime)
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
1 cup roughly chopped fresh cilantro leaves (the family detests - so I eat it ALL MYSELF)
1 (8-inch) flour tortilla, grilled, cut into thin strips (I substitute blue corn chips crushed instead)
1 avocado, pitted, sliced
1 cup shredded Monterey cheese
In a large saucepan heat the vegetable oil. Add the onions and cook for 2 minutes. Once the onions have softened add the garlic and jalepenos and cook for another minute. Pour the chicken broth, tomatoes and beans into the pot and bring to a boil. Once at a boil lower heat to simmer and add your chicken breasts. Cook the chicken for 20 to 25 minutes. Once chicken is cooked remove from pot. When cool enough to handle shred it and set it aside. Add lime juice and fresh cilantro to the pot. In a serving bowl add a mound of shredded chicken. Ladle soup over chicken and top with a lime wedge, grilled tortilla strips, avocado slices and cheese. Copyright 2012 Television Food Network G.P.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Ever since my health challenges, I find myself wanting to work out as much as I can. For awhile there I had a great schedule, one that I could embrace the gym rat in me (yes, I had become one) and workout at least 5 days a week. My schedule changed and that followed with a significant injury. I still workout, but it's not enough in my mind.
You see, I'm not happy unless I'm not happy unless I'm kicking my own ass. Some of you who know me well are probably laughing and affirming my insanity, right? (I see you nodding your head!)
Think Jim Carrey and "Liar, Liar".
Until recently, I would not do any form of exercise other than running, cycling, massive circuit training (lifting the same weights as the men in my class) and more.
Yoga? Um, no thanks. That's for relaxation and zen-ness stuff, not exercise.
Zumba? Definitely not. I like to dance, but on a dance floor and after a few drinks (I suddenly become immensely flexible!)
Walking? Um. No. Why would I walk when I can run? Walking is for people who have themselves convinced they "can't" run.
So. Yup. What does Ms. Kick-My-Own Ass do? She does not use her brain, apparently. She kicks her own ass, time after time after time.
I have yet to learn how to listen to my body and I have yet to act my age. I am convinced there is a major dysfunction between my cerebral cortex and my limbs. Even when a friend recently called me "thick", I chuckled and took that as a compliment.
Well, it goes like this: I try to train with my 14 year old daughter and her teammates. Track sprints. I TOLD YOU I KICK MY OWN ASS! The first couple of workouts, I survived and in fact, I surprised these young girls as I nearly kept pace with them.
Then. It. Happened.
My 38 year old body said WTH?! Okay, really - it screamed at me in that voice...W...T...F, Rebecca!
It rebelled. In a big way.
I tore both my plantar fascia as well as my hamstring within two weeks of each other.
One part of me wears these battered body parts with a sick sort of pride. A confirmation that yes, I pushed myself and I pushed it hard. The other part of me is starting to rear its rational, motherly, and responsible side. How much do I need to push myself? Do I seriously need to push beyond my breaking point, as evidenced by these recent injuries?
No. I do not.
I need to go back to basics. I like to workout and I need to keep it that way. Why this is such a challenge for me? I cannot explain it rationally to you all.
Maybe now is the time to revisit my opinions about yoga. You know if I'm flexible, my ass kicking won't hurt so much!
I have been embracing hiking! I have tried a couple of yoga classes! I have walked. Yes. I walked laps and laps at soccer (and I only jogged and sprinted a little.......). I am trying hard to get there - that place that may just link my cerebral matter with the rest of me in a cohesive fashion.
Just trying to accept and act my age! Now will someone come play with me?!?
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
I think I look great.
I don’t want to change myself.
I am smolderingly attractive. Yes. Smolderingly.
If you don’t want to murder me yet but feel hateful all the
same, settle down. I don’t actually feel those things at this exact moment in
time, but I am trying to make a point. My point is that we don’t have a
culture, particularly amongst women, where saying these things is socially
acceptable – whether we feel them or not.
Men can feel these things. They can say shit like “Check out
these guns” or write songs where the refrain is “Girl look at this body, I work
out” or whatever. They can be admired for their peacock-iness, and it will get
them further in business, love and life.
Women are expected to have conversations that center around
all the things they want to improve. Their cellulite. Their chunky thighs. The
number on the scale. Women bond over
these conversations. And god forbid, if a woman were to admit to her lady
friends that she was feeling particularly sexy and attractive one day, forget
it – she is OUT of the henhouse. The other women would be threatened, locking
up their own lovers and broadcasting a 5-alarm feeling of insecurity.
I once watched a documentary (shocking, I know) where a transgendered
person who had been raised as a female wanted to begin living life as a male.
She consulted numerous doctors and specialists for help in making this
transition, and then she did something fascinating. She went to a drama coach
to learn the gestures, body language and mannerisms of a man.
“It’s easy to come across as a man through body language,”
said the acting coach. “Every time you walk into a room, walk in like you own
the place. Walk like everyone admires you, like everyone wants you. Every
single place you go, behave as though you are the king.”
Instantly, the woman appeared to be male. That was all it
I recently wrote an article for a business publication about
females in the workplace in 2012. After interviewing female business leaders
from all over New England, I began to understand that while female
characteristics are quietly valued in business settings, they will never help
women to break the glass ceiling and become CEOs and Presidents of Corporations.
Ultimately, what women need to succeed is to adopt more of a male mindset. A
mindset where they are entitled and deserving of every privilege, where they
demand what they want and what they know they need.
And though I am not talking about business here today, I am the CEO of
my own life and need to behave as such. Like I am the king. And if I have to
fake it until it becomes natural, so be it.
I have spent my entire life feeling like I needed to lose
weight to improve myself, and yet each time I stumble across a picture from my
past, whether it be from when I was a teenager to some of the more recent
photos, I wonder why the hell I have wasted so much valuable time wishing to be
something I am not. I am fine just the way I am. I am healthy, strong. Happy.
And even more importantly, I am at a point where I am ready
to get the cluck out of the henhouse, because I don’t want to hang out with the
hens that are still wishing for what isn’t.
I will be over in the other henhouse – the one where the funky chickens are
playing poker and drinking martinis and shaking their beautiful tail feathers,
getting ready for a glorious day around the farm the next day with the roosters
and the chicks.
The roosters know what’s up. And they are having tons more fun.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
I need a dress that make me feel like a girl
I need jeans that make me feel like a woman.
I need to do push ups and carry heavy things.
I need to move through a room unseen.
I need to point, ask, and have someone do it for me.
I need to talk to someone.
I need to not talk for so long that I am surprised by the sound of my own voice.
I need someone to listen and nod.
I need someone to gently correct me.
I need that number on the scale.
I need that sale item to brag about.
I need my children to have a belly laugh a day within my earshot.
I need someone on my side.
I need someone by my side.
I need a summer peach to drip so drastically as I eat it that I can't keep up and stop trying to and let it roll down my arm.
I need to point out my flaws and have no one correct me or agree with me.
I need my dad to think it is a good idea.
I need my mom to let me do it. For her.
I need 5 minutes in a sunbeam with a cat. (10 mins without the cat.)
I need to volunteer for something at least once a month.
I need a tan before I put on a bathing suit and that is a catch 22. (and Irish thighs ain't smiling)
I need to lose the guilt, sometimes, and embrace it other times as it makes me make wise decisions.
I need Tylenol PM (knock off brand of course) in my cabinet so I never have to use it.
I need the first spoonful of peanut butter out of a new container.
I need to sit around with my friends and not talk about weight loss every now and then.
I need to be a real grouch and have no one call me on it.
I need a hug to get out of my grouchness but won't ask for it...
I need my space. (It is probably next to you, though)
I need to see 4 months into the future.
I need to be needed
I need a shower.
Monday, March 26, 2012
“The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.” ― Mark Twain
“You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” ― Siddhārtha Gautama
“That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.” ― Jim Morrison
“To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.” ― Thich Nhat Hanh
“I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.” ― Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls
“Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken...” ― Evanescence
“Why should we worry about what others think of us, do we have more confidence in their opinions than we do our own?” ― Brigham Young
“I never loved another person the way I loved myself.” ― Mae West
“Women who love themselves are threatening; but men who love real women, more so.” ― Naomi Wolf
Friday, March 23, 2012
“This is my oldest,” I gestured to the beaming tween, who’d grown a foot taller at the introduction.
“…and my middle,” I continued, as my sassy 8-year old did some sort of gymnastics move on the concrete porch.
“…and my swan song,” I cooed at my 5 year old, who’d shocked and delighted us with her conception, as she posed and postured for approval.
“And THIS must be your baby!” she said. We all looked around. She was looking at Rocco.
Rocco is my pug.
“Oh. Him? Nope. He’s our dog.”
MIL’s friend: Confused and horrified.
I was a stranger in a strange land, where poodles have pink bows, sleep in bed with their owners and participate in doggy playdates. I stood solidly among the minority.
I would apologize for this except that I am a decent if not exceptional pet owner. I love my pets, and my pets love me. My cats I largely ignore except to feed them, which makes me a perfect housemate as far as they are concerned.
Rocco, only the second dog I have ever loved and therefore stalked until its owners agreed to let me have him (yes, twice in my life I have fallen in love with a particular puppy who belonged to someone else and rallied hard to adopt, successfully), is my faithful companion. I am his master, his mistress and his guru, which is why dogs are (wo)man’s best friend.
As his caretaker and his alpha female, however, I do something that only pet owners who also dress their dogs in argyle sweaters and matching rain boots do. I make food for him.
Okay, not meals. I leave that to the wonderful Wellness brand dog food – the brand his previous owners made us swear up and down we would continue to feed him. We have friends that laugh at us for making that promise and actually following through, but I am nothing if not a woman of my word.
But like ladies who lunch in beachfront communities, I like to make dog treats for him. Because I love to bake and be in my kitchen but I certainly do not need to be making batches of cookies that have to survive on the counter for several hours until my kids get off the bus (as though that is even ever gonna happen), I have resorted to scratching the baking itch in a new and innovative way. I make treats for Rocco.
However, while I would love to give you a recipe, I have none. Except to offer you these guidelines:
RECIPE FOR HOMEMADE DOG BONES/TREATS
Take a bowl. Find whatever leftover dinner you have frozen in a random Tupperware or ZipLoc bag in your freezer. Extra points if the meal has been there so long it no longer qualifies as something you would feed your family but you hate to throw it out.
Beef stew? Meat lasagna? Tomato overflow from last summer’s garden? Or even better- the sludge from last night’s pot roast or baked chicken. Don’t throw it out! Feed it to your pet J
If you have a food processor, you’re psyched. Makes the job easier. Otherwise a mixer or blender will do.
Throw in some beef or chicken stock if need be. Throw in some favored veggies – Rocco loves carrots and sometimes, butternut squash. Some butter if you need a fat. Maybe an egg or two… Hard-boiled and past their prime? Yes! Perfect dog food.
Once you have a sludge fit for a Rottweiler, mix in whole wheat flour until it’s gooey enough to spread, or doughy enough to roll out if you want to cut out dog bone-shaped treats. I find Rocco could care less if they’re pretty.
Spread the mixture on a cookie sheet, and if possible make knifed grid-marks in the size you want so that it’s easier to break apart later.
Final step: cook the bejeezus out of it at 225-degrees. Until it’s hard as a rock and barely recognizable as food. This could take all day. I don’t know. I trust your judgment, Curvy Girl reader.
He doesn’t – he just has me and my oldest and my middle and my swan song loving him endlessly, and hubby too who loves him like the son he never had. And we care about him, and we want him to be well and live a long life so we can love him up and down and sideways until he needs a freaking break from it all.
But he’s our dog. And he’s a curvy dog. And even curvy dogs need a treat from time to time.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
SO here is an A-list I can get behind. These have been researched and documented to boost brain power. How many of them do you fit into your mouth a week? A day? A MEAL?? You could be mad smart while filling your gut with satisfying food to hold you over for a while. No surprise a lot of these foods have fiber and proteins that help keep hunger at bay.
There are a few I want to point out. Like #19. So special to me....how about #3 instead of mayo on your sammich? Any of the nuts on the list can be roasted quickly and added to a pesto sauce (Add lots of spinach to your basil. On the list!) Put the nuts in yogurt (also on list) for crunch and blueberries for sweetness.
I am happy to see sun tea brewing season has come waaaay early this year. I use green tea. You could sweeten it with crushed blueberries. I have seen acai berry juice used in "fancy" (no, I won't pay over $1.25 for a beverage) drinks. I don't know how to work with them. GO! Find out! Report back! Make me some tea with them!
OK, I am going to get reeeeal personals with y'alls.
Take a knee.
Some winter mornings, I want a hot cereal situation, but I don't want to have oatmeal (On list) mush sensation. Do you ever have that not-so-oatmeal feeling? You know what can take it's place? Brown rice. You can sweeten it, even. It doesn't have to be a savory. AND should you go for oatmeal, you can make it savory- add even a wee bit of parm cheese to it like you might normally add to a brown rice dish. CHEESE!!!! It is on the LIST!!!! (The harder the cheese, the healthier.) All food options must be finalized with a #19 + #43 combo.
OK, I will leave you to go over the list, get your pad of paper out, get ready to hit the store or your cupboards. What have you. Feed your brain. Your body will thank you.
50 Good Brain Foods
1. Acai berries
7. Brewer's yeast
9. Brown rice
17. Collard greens
19. Dark chocolate
23. Flaxseed oil
24. Green tea
25. Lean beef
30. Peanut butter
34. Pumpkin seeds
36. Red cabbage
37. Red grapes
38. Romaine lettuce
42. Stabalized rice bran
49. Wheat germ
Monday, March 19, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Well, this noodle bowl is missing a lot of the sin Ramen hangs with. The first time I saw the fat count on my tasty brick, I was preggers with my 1st and thought I would have a light snack/dinner while waiting for later dinner (to be followed by elevnsies of ice cream). I was crushed by the number! But I later found out that curly, joyous noodles don't have to be high in fat! And for this recipe you can use any noodle you want. Soba, rice, whatever floats your boat. My brand?
Hellooooooooo good lookin'!
Pork and Shrimp Pancit
- 1 package rice noodles, soba, ramen, what have you
- 2 tablespoons vegetable oil, divided (Do I even use that much? Most likely I don't)
- 1 small onion, minced
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
- 1 1/2 cups cooked small shrimp, diced
- 1 1/2 cups chopped cooked pork (or chicken? AND chicken, lose the shrimp?)
- 4 cups shredded bok choy (I have also used spinach, snow peas, D- all of the above)
- 3 tablespoons oyster sauce
- 1/4 cup chicken broth
- 1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
- 1 green onion, minced
- Cook noodles as directed; drain.
- Heat 1 tablespoons oil in a wok or large heavy skillet over medium high heat. Saute noodles for 1 minute. Transfer to serving dish, and keep warm. Add remaining 1 tablespoon of oil to skillet, and saute onion, garlic, ginger, shrimp and pork for 1 minute. Stir in bok choy, oyster sauce and chicken broth. Season with pepper flakes. Cover, and cook for 1 minute, or until bok choy is wilted. Spoon over noodles, and garnish with minced green onion.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
COKE & PEPSI HAVE CANCER CAUSING INGREDIENT IN THE BROWN COLORING!
FUNGICIDE IN YOUR ORANGE JUICE!
ARSENIC IN YOUR APPLE JUICE!
RODENT WON’T SURVIVE IN YOUR MOUNTAIN DEW INTACT!
E. COLI IN YOUR SPINACH!
LISTERIA TAINTED CANTALOUPE!
IS THIS MEDIA FRENZY OR ACTUAL NEWSWORTHY INFORMATION THAT CONSUMERS SHOULD BE AWARE OF?
Regardless of the media firestorm that may (or may not) circulate with the screaming headlines, consumers need to dig a little deeper and find out the source of alarm behind the warning. Yes! People are becoming sick, and sometimes dying, as a result of tainted products from our food industry. Do we need to live in absolute fear? Absolutely not! Do we need to become empowered shoppers and let our money do our talking? Absolutely yes!
You will hear some of us Curvy Girls talking about simplifying our fuel – going back to basics. Yes, we will talk about this on a regular basis because it is important. We have already shared with you how critical it is to take control. Now, you ask, how do I get started?
We find the following links to be a great source of information – and what is best; this information is ready in easily digestible and absorbable form. The wealth of information available online through the web and social media allows us to be educated on an hourly basis. This Curvy Girl finds many of the sources not only informative but inspiring! Have I shared with you my recent love of green, raw drinks? No e.coli in my CSA share. I know I will not get any pink slime in my purchases from the meat at my local farms.
And here’s my favorite:
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Truly, I am sorry. Why? Well, for so many things, but most of all for the fact that – like me – you will never be able to let down your guard. You will not have the luxury of bathing yourself in junk food at parties and not having to pay the price. You will not proclaim your love of food without at least a mild pang of insecurity, for it won’t seem unbelievable, regardless of your healthy diet. If you end up anything like, me, your curves will betray your commitment to health. People will not be able to mask their surprise when you tell them you run 5k races for fun or that you eat a diet that consists largely of fresh vegetables.
It was the luck of the draw, girls. Sorry.
You will have to find other small pleasures in life to sustain you, and I can certainly help with this. I have found joy in paints and guitar strings and long walks and friends. And, more recently, I find myself overcome with joy and breathless gratitude – simply because of the gift of you.
Of the many things I have handed down to you, my fat genes are among them. And so I apologize, and I can relate. My fat genes, so you know, were handed to me from my father’s side of the family, a fact that I am not sure my own mother ever fully understood. One look at Grammy Lessard’s photo albums prove this. There she is, my paternal grandmother – who you 3 knew far too briefly but who I loved beyond measure – ranging from a happy-looking mildly
voluptuous to an all-out robust over the years. There, too – my long nose, wide smile, loving arms. There too – not a body at all but a human being, a wonderful one at that. A person full of love and generosity. Is this what others see too?
You will undoubtedly have received other blessings thanks to your lineage, from daddy and me: musical ability, a unique singing voice, confidence and cunning. Horrible eyesight and bad skin…sorry for those too. But know this: while you have gotten this most unfortunate hand-me-down of the Lessard fat gene, you have also been given the gift of a mother who understands.
My hope is that I have taught you well enough…how to eat well, how to exercise with purpose and joy, and how to live fully in the skin you’re in. My hope is that you might have even more confidence in yourself, be even stronger in your passions, care even more for yourself, than I ever have. My hope is that you will realize that there is one woman in your life who would lay down her life for yours and how could anything possibly be worth more than that? What size clothing could bring you more comfort than knowing that I am on your team, every single day of your life?
Over the years, I want you to remember this: While you will always have to watch what you eat and you will probably never know whatever joy there is in being one of those women with the tall sinewy frames, you have something that not every girl has. You have a mother who will always, always, always be your very biggest fan. I think you are the absolute best there is, all 3 of you and your size or shape, frankly, doesn’t matter to me.
I see you for everything you are in your heart – I see through your body into your soul. I know the rich gooey goodness that is YOU and I will never place any judgment on the width of your bellies or the chubbiness of your bums. I will adore you equally and fiercely. Endlessly.
With love, love and always love
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
When I was filling out the enrollment forms for Green Mountain, I was questioned, “What are your goals for your time here at Green Mountain?” I quickly responded, “unhooking weight loss from exercise.”
In the past, during my diet-mentality days, I looked at exercise as a means to an end. That end being weight loss. If I wasn’t attempting to lose weight, exercise was not a part of my daily schedule. Exercise was sweat, hard work, feeling fat and unfit, and drudgery. What did I enjoy about exercise? Being done! Burning calories!
Stemming from my stay at Green Mountain, I now experience what exercise can really be like: joyful movement. I am able to connect with my physical body and focus on what it means to feel pleasure in the moment of exercise – not just being done!
Before my stay, I had begun to experiment with this philosophy of joyful movement. I participated in Anusara Yoga classes and walked outside in the summer because it made me feel good in my body. During my four weeks at Green Mountain, I expanded my means of joyful movement by incorporating upper and lower body strength training, as well as Vermonting and low-impact aerobics. Coming home, I fell in love with group exercise classes such as Group Power and Group Active and started actually using my gym membership instead of just paying my dues!
Today, I find myself moving joyfully most days of the week. I continue to enjoy my practice of yoga and walking outside when the Midwest weather permits. Not because of the calories it burns or as a form of punishment; rather, I do it because it is now a part of my life. What else is a part of my life because of movement? Sleeping better, more respect for what my body can do (as opposed to what it looks like), more energy and strength, and having peace that my relationship with movement is being healed.
Ditching the diet mentality includes ditching exercise for weight loss. I know the exercise I do may or may not lead to weight loss. I only participate in movement activities that bring me joy, regardless of the impact upon my weight. This decision has lead to sustainability.
Do you have to do joyful movement in a gym? No! First of all, there should be no HAVE TOs when it comes to movement. Find an activity YOU enjoy. Making the right match is not only important when it comes to finding satisfaction in the foods you eat, but also in the types of activities you engage in. You are in the driver’s seat when it comes to your own personal plan for movement.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Inspired by the lovely dish at The Cheesecake Factory, I created my own Asian Chicken Lettuce Wraps at home. Since I did this a couple of years ago, this meal has become a staple in our home, liked by adults and children alike. Wehave replaced the infamous taco night with lettuce wrap night - and even more so, we have discovered that we enjoy these lettuce wraps with cabbage instead! The crunch provided by the cabbage makes every one come back for seconds and thirds. What's a Curvy Girl mom to say when her family is chomping away on cabbage-y goodness?
Here's the recipe:
1 lb boneless chicken breast (Buy Local!)
1-2 heads of Bibb/Boston lettuce, Napa Cabbage (Experiment - find what you and your family like).
1-2 c shredded carrots
1 large cucumber (chopped into small pieces and tossed with a little rice vinegar and sesame seeds).
1 bag of bean sprouts
1/2 c diced fresh cilantro
1/4 c peanuts crushed
Cook chicken in a large saute pan. I prefer to use sesame oil for this dish as it provides a little extra oomph of flavor! Dice chicken into bite sized pieces. You may leave as is or toss in a little of your favorite teriyaki sauce. My family prefers the Iron Chef Sesame Garlic Teriyaki, but I will warn you it's a little high on the sugar content.
Put everything in little serving bowls so everyone can make their own based on their preferences.
I layer my cabbage leaf with chicken, cucumbers, bean sprouts and carrots. I'm partial to peanut sauce (I make my own) but there are numerous ones on the market that are good - including House of Tsang. Again, watch the sugar content! I use only a small amount for flavor/spice! I top it off with fresh cilantro (coupled with the grossed out cries of my family as they detest cilantro). Roll it and voila. The flavors meld in your mouth! This meal is loaded with fiber and nutrients! The calorie content is lower than tacos or other nightime staples!
Hope you enjoy!!! Happy Friday! Happy Weekend!