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I have and am, ENOUGH-Living the dream!

This weekend was a blur to be honest.  But it was a wonderful weekend I have to admit.  I am having a hard time forming my thoughts, so please bear with me.

My husband had reserve duty this weekend, which means the household is my responsibility.  It is one that I have taken on, and have been doing for over 15 years of being a single mom/Army wife.  I’ve done my fair share of bitching, whining, and complaining.  Yes.  I suck sometimes.  But this weekend was different, and let me tell you why…

First, I spent the weekend with my girls, shopping, eating, and getting pampered as we got our hair done.  Our awesome friends/neighbors came over last night for a pre-celebratory drink, and my sister and her family came to my hubby’s ceremony today.  Stack on the feelings of happy and bliss because my cup truly is over flowing.

Me and my girls!
Me and my girls!
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SILLY!

 

I have always preached to do what you love, and do it with passion.  I have not always lived this statement, but this last year has been different.  I’ve cooked more, ran a lot, and chased dreams that still have yet to be caught.  But mostly, I have smiled more this last year than I have in the last 5 years.  Because I realized something…

I AM enough.  I HAVE more than enough…

And this is greatly due in part to the fact that I have the most amazing family and friends, well…EVER.  I’ve got a job I enjoy, a roof over my head and food on my table.  And did I mention the best family and friends ever?  Oh yeah, I said that already…lol

Secondly, this weekend was my husband’s weekend to shine.  And shine he did.  He took command of his first unit.  I always joke and say he loves the Army more than me, (totally kidding) but this afternoon as he spoke to his soldiers, his face was all lit up and shining…you could FEEL the energy, and my heart sang a little song just for him…HE is doing it.  He is chasing his dreams, and achieving SO much in his career and I simply couldn’t be more proud.

My hero...
My hero…

To wrap it all up, I finished the week with a total of almost 8 miles of running, my ab challenge, and a smile on my face.

What brings you the most joy in life?  Are you living and pursuing these passions?

 

Keep Movin’ forward, y’all!

 

Michelle

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Tuesday Truths!

First off, I am so very pleased to have been asked by Christina @crazymamarunner to tell my story about why I chose to run a marathon.  I was highlighted on her blog this week, and you can read the story HERE .  I found my eyes welling with tears as I read what she wrote, and re-read what I submitted to her.  Please take a moment to check it out!!

Secondly, as most of you know I have struggled with my running this and last winter.  Initially due to the artic blast we received far too early this winter, and ultimately ending with a nasty cut on my thumb Christmas day…in case you missed it, the story is HERE .  For the first couple weeks my thumb throbbed so terribly I could barely sleep, and hardly fathom running.  Along with this lack of motivation came laziness and poor eating.  Woops.  I fell in to that trap. Darn it all to H E double hockey sticks.  Yeah…I went there.  LOL

LOL
LOL

But this weekend despite crazy work hours and schedule I decided since my hubby was leaving at O dark 30 to travel this morning, I would run on the dreadmill tonight after work.  I told my family, and posted on my FB fan page to hold myself accountable.  I NEEDED to run at least 2 miles.

In stepped my friend Maria from @Runningflaps FB fan page.  We made a virtual date, and I was so giddy to have ‘someone’ to run with even if it was virtually.  I picked up my youngest from after school care and headed home.  And as I pulled on my shorts and tank that was just a bit too tight for my comfort I found myself cringing.  I shook it off, and headed down stairs to the mill.  I decided to take some of my followers advice and turned on Netflix, season one of Grey’s Anatomy.  I started slow, and found myself wanting to give up.  And this I received THIS text:

#This
#This

I made it two miles, and although they weren’t pretty miles, I didn’t give up. I feel like I am starting from square one, but I am at least starting.  It’s truly amazing what a month+ can do for your endurance…or should I say how it KILLS your endurance.

Pretty much how I feel...LOL
Pretty much how I feel…LOL

So I ran 2 miles, and although it was tough I finished.

Ugly, but done!
Ugly, but done!

Day 13 of the AB challenge is done, and I am realizing quick I need to get myself in to gear for next month when my “real” training starts.  Darn my passion and love for food at times like these.  Give me ALL. The. Veggies and someone take away my quinoa chips…PLZ.  #alwayshungry

So tonight’s Truth is this:

Don’t give up, no matter the obstacles, what the scale says, or how your clothes fit.  Keep movin’ forward, and the pieces will fall in to place!

❤ Michelle

 

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Gravitational pull

As of late, the dreary, cold, and bleak winter days have left me with little motivation to run.  In fact, I only ran once last week and probably because I put it out there for all to see in order to hold myself accountable.  I’m just not feeling it again this winter.  Although our temps are actually quite manageable, leaving for work in the dark, and driving home from work again in the dark DRAINS me.  Ultimately, winter blues suck. That. IS. ALL.   My hubby and I DID sign up for a 5K on Sunday called the Underground Polar Express, where ALL proceeds go to Suicide Prevention/awareness, a cause that touches my heart.  Check it out….www.undergroundpolarexpress.com

So I’ve really continued to pour myself into my cooking.  (HAHA, see what I did there?) I’ve kept on with my studying recipes, techniques, and experimenting with different dishes.  I have spent the better part of 2014 actually writing out my recipes, and pray I can get my E-book/Cookbook in the works next year.  Why?

Well, because I know I meant to do something OTHER than work in a hospital.  A job I didn’t choose for myself…But it’s been a good job for the last 24 years, and for that I am grateful.  I think I am just at a point in my life where I KNOW I need to be doing something I LOVE.  All the signs are there…pulling at me in a million directions.  I just need to find my “IN” so to speak.  I need someone else, other than my amazing family and friends SEE that I have a gift when it comes to creating food and say, “Hey…I think we could use talent like yours, let us mentor you…”

So yeah…that call hasn’t come yet.  So I keep putting myself out there on social media, posting my recipes, my dreams, my goals…PRAYING someone out there will see the fire I have in my soul.

Sure…I love to run, and it’s a part of my life that I wouldn’t trade.

But I LOVE to cook.  I love to create….to plate…to make my food not only pretty, but amazingly tasty too…

Even more…I love when someone takes a bite of my food, closes their eyes, and sighs in appreciation.  PURE. BLISS.
Last night while watching the “Hundred foot journey” it hit me like a ton of bricks.  The opening scene shows the main character, Hassan, as a young boy in small food market.  There were dozens of people crowded around to buy some sea urchin.  The merchant saw the crowd of screaming potential buyers, but he watched young Hassan pick up a single sea urchin, close his eyes, and deeply breathed in the fresh scent.  He sighed, and took a small bite and smile.  The merchant immediately sold the entire lot of sea urchin to Hassan and his Mother.  Because he “GOT IT.”  He recognized the beauty of the product, with the smells, the sight, and the taste of the food.  And it hit me…THIS is what I do.  I LOVE food. Good food.  Fresh food.  CREATING food.

Later on, as an adult Hassan made the 5 staple sauces of the French for his Chef friend. They can be found here: http://culinaryarts.about.com/od/sauces/tp/Mother-Sauces.htm

credit to munchfoodcompany.com
credit to munchfoodcompany.com

He starts cooking with her, and asks her if she thinks he is a real Chef, not just a cook.  “Yes!!” She replies, in which my husband turned to me telling me he thinks I am real Chef…of course, I nearly cried.  If you haven’t seen this movie, I recommend it highly.

At the end of the day, we have to provide for our families, often times doing jobs we don’t love.  But as I’ve told my husband, “You just watch…ONE day I’ll make my mark on this world, and it’s going to be amazing.

Until then, I’ll keep movin’ forward.

❤ Michelle

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Two things, Tuesday…Soup and dreams

Tonight’s dinner was a new recipe I came up with after several rough days at work. I wasn’t sure what I would make with the chicken thighs I pulled out of the freezer, but I knew it would comforting regardless.  And what’s more comforting than a yummy soup to warm the soul after chilly temps and a few harsh days at work.

ONE:

Chicken and gnocchi soup

Who doesn't love a good bowl of soup?
Who doesn’t love a good bowl of soup?

What you’ll need:

4 chicken thighs, cut into bite size pieces

4 cups of low sodium veggie stock

4 cups of water

1/4 cup heavy cream

2 teaspoons of Worcestershire  sauce

2 tablespoons of butter

2-3 tablespoons of garbanzo/fava flour (can be found in the gluten free section of your local market)

1 red pepper, diced

1 red onion, diced

2 celery stocks, diced

4 cloves of garlic, minced

Cayenne pepper, taco seasoning, cilantro, oregano, basil, parsley, salt and pepper to taste

1/4 cup of grated parmesan to garnish

I used store bought gnocchi, but plan on learning to make this from scratch

In a large sauce pot, add your butter, and flour and cook through stirring with a whisk.  Add in your veggie stock and water, stirring well.  Bring the liquid to a rolling boil, and add your heavy cream.  Season with salt, pepper, cayenne and Worcestershire sauce. Reduce the heat to a simmer while you prepare the ‘meat’ of the soup.

In a separate pan, add extra virgin olive oil (enough to coat the pan) and bring to a medium/high heat.  Cook your chicken through, seasoning with salt, pepper, and taco seasoning.  Once cooked, remove from pan and set aside.

Drain the grease from the pan, but don’t wipe any excess oil.  Add a splash of oil, and add in all your veggies.  Season with salt and pepper until cooked 3/4 of the way.  You still want a slight crunch to your veggies.

Add your chicken to the large sauce pot with the stock as well as oregano, basil, cilantro and parsley and let simmer for 20 minutes.  While this is simmering, cook the gnocchi according to the package directions.  This takes about 7 minutes.

Next, add in your veggies, stir well, and prepare to plate.  Just before serving, add your gnocchi to the soup, stir gently, and serve!

I garnished with parmesan cheese!

TWO:

As most of you know, my ultimate dream is to work in the food industry.  Be it as a Chef, a writer, a critic, or restaurateur I know my place is in the food industry.  As I was driving home from work today, I had my one on one time with God and asked for His ultimate guidance.   I hate the feeling that although I have a good life, I long for so much more for my family.  I chased that dream recently with my MasterChef audition, but sadly that journey was short lived despite months of preparation.  So as my family hunkered down to watch the season premier MasterChef Junior I couldn’t help but to have to fight with that nagging tug at my heart.

photo credit, shinegroup.tv
photo credit, shinegroup.tv

That tug was quickly replaced with a renewed sense of pride in the children of today’s society. One young Chef presented raw chicken, and instead of competitive hatred, these kids rallied around this little Chef and I found tears pouring down my face.  My youngest sat nestled in the crook of my arms, and she squeezed me a little tighter when she saw what the kids did to comfort the little Chef.  So at the end of the day, I may not be a MasterChef…but I am teaching my kids a love for great food, compassion, and the importance of dreams.  Despite an ache in my soul some days…I know ultimately my dreams are still very real.  Don’t get me wrong.  I am still choosing to be content with the gifts God has given to me.  But I do refuse to settle.  I’ll keep chasing those dreams…just watch me!  🙂

Keep movin’ forward gang.  Always.

❤ Michelle