I’m Alive!

Oh heeeeeey there. It’s been a while, eh?

Don’t worry – I haven’t gone off the deep end or anything. I have just been suuuper busy lately and to be honest, this blog and healthy living in general haven’t been the focal point of my life the past few months!

But then tonight, I had a great conversation with Kelly because we are speaking at FitBloggin’ together this year, and it made me realize it has been a looooooong time since I’ve checked in with you all and I want to give you a glimpse into why I’ve been so busy!

1.) I just had my biggest work-event of the year the week before last, which was a conference in Orlando with almost 5,000 attendees. It was a huge success in the end, but veeeeery hard work both leading up to it and at the conference itself, and I’m really glad it’s over.

2.) While in Florida at said event, I got a call from my neighbor while I was at a staff dinner, and when he called a second time I knew something was up. He was calling to let me know that he was standing with a police officer and that my car’s e-brake had failed and it rolled out of my parking spot and into the street, blocking the bike lane. I’d already gotten 4 parking tickets so he wasn’t giving me another one, but the officer was going to have a tow truck come to put it back in the spot with bricks behind the tires.

3.) Fast forward 20 minutes, and my neighbor calls again and starts with, “Hey Beth… I really don’t want to have to tell you this, but…” So I knew it wasn’t going to be good. Apparently, when the tow truck came, it lifted up the back tires to maneuver my car back into the spot, and then when it put the car back down, instead of putting it NEXT to the fence, they dropped it ON the fence. A steel fence. And it went through my car and made some holes and broke some parts. So that was fun.

4.) After removing myself from the dinner because I was completely freaking out so I could go call my insurance company, I left to head back to my hotel room, and promptly dropped my phone out of my hand. In my head I said, “That would actually be kind of funny if my phone broke now…” and then it did. And it wasn’t that funny. Especially when I called Geico from my computer and it disconnected, and then when they called me back on my cell I couldn’t answer it.

5.) BUT THEN! I got back to DC, got my phone fixed, and had my insurance come pick up and deal with the car. For the record, the police officer filed a report and since he was the witness, it’s pretty clear cut. I shouldn’t have to pay anything in the end, but it’s been a pain to deal with it all as I’m sure you can imagine.

6.) And then the next day, I ended up walking through the lobby of my apartment building and running into a guy who asked if I was there for the open house. I wasn’t, but asked him what was up and he said he was renting out an apartment two floors up from mine that is a one bedroom (I live in a studio) and it was barely more than I pay now for rent! Somehow, I talked to my current landlord and managed to make it happen, and so now I’m moving in less than a month! And I have a LOT of work to do. Yikes.

6.) And last, I definitely didn’t win the DietBet. But there will be another one. I need it.

What’s Going On

Life has been completely hectic lately! Some things of note:

1.) One of my best friends in the world got married last weekend.

2.) My surgery is just SIX weeks from yesterday. Holy crap.

3.) I went to visit my parents this weekend for Father’s Day, and was there for less than 24 hours because I was so stressed about packing.

4.) I leave for Peru this coming Friday – for 17 days! Packing and getting ready for this trip has been SO MUCH WORK because I’ve never in my life taken a trip like this before. I had to get both a yellow fever and hepatitis A vaccine, malaria and anti-altitude sickness medication, and also buy a ton of supplies I’ve never owned before. The trip will include a 6 night, 7 day jungle tour, a day trip to Machu Picchu, and then several days in Cusco in an apartment, and then two full days in Lima to end the trip. I am super excited, but also slightly nervous. I’ve never been camping in my life before…

5.) I turn 29 on my last day in Peru. How did that happen?

6.) When I get back from Peru on a Sunday (July 7), my pre-op appointment is that Thursday, so just a few days afterwards. Six weeks is short as it is, but with this trip thrown in there, July 29 is going to be here before I know it.

7.) This morning, I led my last Tuesday morning Weight Watchers meeting! I am so sad because I love the group so much and have been seeing many of the same faces for over a year and a half now! I have been doing a lot of thinking, and while I absolutely LOVE leading meetings, it really makes sense for me right now to step back. With my Peru trip coming up and then the surgery, I’ve decided to take some time off from leading while I focus on those other things and my day job for the few in between, and then I will (hopefully) return to leading once I am healed and feeling up for it. It’s hard to know how recovery is going to go and how much energy I’m going to have, and my health and the job that pays my rent obviously have to be my priority for the time being. Tough decision, but I think it’s the right one. For now.

8.) Besides all that, I’m pretty much a one-person shop when it comes to my day job because I’m the only person who handles everything that I do. Since it’s an educational company, we run on the academic calendar, so our year runs until June 30, which means there is a TON of stuff to wrap up before I leave for my job, all while getting ready to prepare my temporary help to handle whatever she can in my absence. Oy! I am so relieved I am going to be in the jungle for 7 days because that means I am completely unplugged and unreachable!

Random Confessional

1.) Last week, I flushed an entire stick of deodorant down my toilet.

I knocked it in from the back of the toilet while I was flushing and didn’t think it would go down, but long story short, it did. The culprit:


It’s out now, at least.

2.) I am giving a presentation at the all staff meeting at my day job today about healthy lunches, and I’m really nervous.

I don’t normally mix my weight loss/healthy living world with my regular job, and especially do not talk about my personal weight loss story that openly (until today, that is). On top of that, I also just found out yesterday it is a 45 minute presentation instead of the 15 minutes I was expecting. Oy.

3.) This weekend my parents are coming into town and I’m hosting Easter brunch.

It’s my first time ever hosting a holiday, and I am nervous even though my mom is going to help me cook.

4.) Last week, I didn’t meal plan AT ALL for the first time in a long time.

I ate out for almost every meal with the exception of a few english muffins and soft boiled eggs here and there. It was not kind to my wallet, but it felt pretty freeing and made me excited to get back to a plan this week.

5.) Despite claiming that being active is a nonnegotiable part of healthy living for me, I took two full weeks off from working out sort of unintentionally.

One day fed into the next and into the next, and then all of a sudden it had been two full weeks. I broke that streak yesterday with 5 miles on the treadmill, and it was, as should be expected, really, really hard.


I felt like a million bucks afterwards, though.

6.) Last week for the first time in ages, I didn’t track my food at all.

I ate what I wanted when I was hungry, and it was really liberating in a way. I ate a lot of things I’d been craving and tried to balance it out with fruit and veggies, but didn’t count points at all. I was excited to see that I was down a few pounds yesterday despite that – I think my body and my mind both needed the break.

Tell me one thing you want to get off your chest!

Thursday Thoughts

1.) Somehow, the Beth’s Journey Dietbet pot is now over $10,000!!! That means over 400 people have signed up for the challenge – holy crap.

2.) Last night I made a composed dinner for the first time in a while that turned out awesome and still took only 15 minutes!

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Simple grilled chicken on the foreman with a dollop of salsa, cilantro lime brown rice, and some sliced avocado. I made the rice while the chicken was grilling (instant brown rice + sautéed onion + lime juice + cilantro + salt) and then sliced a little avocado on the side to finish it off. The whole plate was only 7 PPs AND I have leftovers!

3.) This week I led an extra Weight Watchers meeting on top of my regular Tuesday morning one because I subbed for another leader for last night’s meeting. I am doing the same thing next week, and I have to say, I just love it. I was a little bit nervous going into last night’s meeting since the group was new to me, but once I got going it went great and the nervousness melted away almost immediately. It made me realize that I’ve really developed my speaking and facilitation skills over the last almost year and a half that I’ve been leading meetings, and I’m proud of how far I’ve come with it.

4.) Something I am not proud of is my dedication to training for Saturday’s half marathon, which would be my 6th. I feel undertrained and underprepared and have been going back and forth about whether I even want to run it. There have been a few things (one in particular) that really got in the way of training, but there’s also been a lot of times I could have run more and didn’t, with no excuse except lack of motivation or dedication. I’ve had a lot of people tell me just to run it and not care about how fast I go or how I do, but I would have a really hard time running 13.1 miles “just for fun”. I’m still not sure what I’m going to do, but will definitely keep you posted.

5.) To end on a light note, I absolutely LOVE puns and this has been making me laugh all week.


Not sure that will ever get old.

Have you come across anything funny lately around the web? Share in the comments!

Make March Your Month

Falling off track with our healthiness goals is so much easier than sticking with them. Case in point, this picture of my office gym when I went last week at 6pm on a Wednesday:

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Not even a month ago, I had to actually wait in line to get on one of the treadmills, and last week there was not a person in sight.

Because I think we can all use a little extra motivation at this time of year, I put the idea out there on my facebook page of starting a Beth’s Journey DietBet for the month of March. There seemed to be a bit of interest, so I went ahead and started a game.


The basic concept behind it is that you pay $25 to play, and the goal is to lose 4% of your starting weight in the 4 weeks that the game runs. My game starts one week from today on Monday March 4, and will run through Sunday, March 31. Everyone who hits their goal of losing 4% of their starting weight splits the pot, so you automatically get your money back if you hit that goal.

In case you’re curious, I am not making any money or getting any special privileges for hosting this game – I paid $25 to play just like anyone else who is interested will, and I don’t get a cut or anything for hosting. I just thought it would be a fun way to bring a sense of community here and I’m excited to have another forum for support!

On the Beth’s Journey DietBet page, we can post photos, motivation, struggles, etc., sort of like a message board for extra support during the game. You’re also welcome to invite and friends and/or family you think might be interested in participating in the challenge, which you can do through the site.

It’s hosted through DietBet, so there are rules about how to submit your weigh in to avoid cheating which is something I was really curious about. Here are some links with more info:

As of now, 22 people have already signed up to play, so the pot is at $550! I’m really excited to have motivation to get back into weight loss mode for the whole month of March, and a little healthy competition never hurt anyone! I am especially excited about this because I am traveling to Philadelphia for work this entire week from this morning until Friday night, and I always struggle a lot while traveling for business (or in general). This will be a great way to get my butt back in gear right when I get back from the trip.

Who’s in!?

On Growing Up Heavy

The first time someone ever referenced my weight in a negative way was when I was in the third grade and just 8 years old. I remember sitting at the table in class with some of my peers, when one girl was looking at me a little weird. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, “You’re fat.” Even typing this now over 20 years later, I can still feel the sting of her words and vividly remember the red sweater I wore that day.

Things never really got any easier for me all throughout school. I was constantly harassed for my weight and often went home in tears from being teased. It caused me to develop a really hard shell over the years and pretend like the taunting wasn’t getting to me. Sometimes I’d even laugh along with them. That was, until I got home and could really let myself feel the affects of their words in the form of tears and self loathing.

I remember when my sisters both got married in 2004, how instead of feeling joy and happiness for them, I was overcome with fear because of the bridesmaid dresses I’d have to wear. Nothing in regular stores ever fit me, so how on Earth would I fit into a dress that the other normal sized bridesmaids could wear? For my sister Wendy’s wedding, I had to order a size 14 (the biggest size it came in) with a yard of extra fabric to make it large enough to fit around me, and for my sister Heather’s wedding I had to order a size 20 dress. I remember telling myself that bridesmaid dresses ran small and that was the reason. And I actually believed it. But even now, I have a hard time looking at the pictures from both of their weddings without a terrible feeling coming over me because of how far I let my weight get out of control.

I finally got a boyfriend in college, and I remember the first six months being bliss. I was so excited to be in a relationship with someone who actually liked me despite my weight, that I turned a blind eye to how he actually treated me. He was never physically abusive, but would often do things that left me in tears and that no one should ever put up with. I felt like I should just take what I could get at that point because honestly, how many options did I have?

I remember one time, my sister Wendy told me about a job that was mine if I wanted it, working for one of Justin’s, her now-husband, clients. My ex was with me when she was filling me in on the details, and of course I wanted the job – it sounded perfect for a summer gig. The next week, Justin was at his clients and was following up to make sure the job would work out for me, when the client pulled up an email and said, “Is this her?” Justin looked at the email with sheer confusion when he realized the email the client was referring to was sent not from me, but from my ex. Apparently, after Wendy had filled me in on the job details, my ex went behind my back to look up the employer, and then sent in an email pitching himself as the perfect fit for the job and trying to steal the job out from under me. Even after a stunt like that, I stayed with him for several years.

I think because of the years of being told I was fat and the accompanying harassment, I adopted being heavy as part of my self identity. This probably contributed to my lack of success at losing weight until I was an adult because I let what others think of me be such a large part of who I was. Even though all through middle school, high school, and college, I wanted nothing more than to be skinny, I think I was fearful of shedding the weight and having to deal with what was underneath it all.

It was not until I was out of college and living and working in the “real world” that I was finally able to realize that I had so much more to me than just the size of my clothes or the number on the scale. I was mature enough to realize that the names that other people called me or the reasons that they judged me were not what defined me. The ball was in my court in terms of growing (or shrinking) into the person I wanted to be, and no one could stand in my way if I wouldn’t let them. And while I have found myself many times wishing that I had started to make the change in my life sooner, I also think being heavy was something I needed to go through to be who I am today. And honestly, I like the person I’ve become, so I’m OK with it. Finally.

Top Thoughts for Tuesday

1.) I got my stitches out yesterday (from my procedure the Friday before last) and the doc said both areas came back clear, so I don’t have to go back for anything else until next year’s full body scan. Wahoo. The areas where the stitches were are obviously still healing, but she said they looked great for 10 days out and that I don’t have to do much in terms of aftercare besides cover them up if clothes are irritating them (me). Only time will reduce the scaring, so I just have to be patient. Gotta work on that one.


2.) Also, and equally exciting, the doctor gave me clearance to run again!!!! Cautiously. She said to start slow, stop if it hurts, and not move my arms when I run, which is going to look… odd. Either way, I am ecstatic. I’m going to go for the first time tonight! I still can’t lift weights or do anything that involves moving my arms for another 2+ weeks, which is less than ideal, but at least I can do something!

3.) This past week of not working out, I managed to still earn 19 Activity Points from walking around town and to and from work. That’s an average of 2-3 per day, so I am pretty happy that I will still able to move enough without formal workouts to build a bit of a cushion with PointsPlus.

4.) I really, really struggled with my eating last week. I think for me, working out and eating well go so hand in hand, that when I wasn’t working out and feeling great, it made me want to eat like crap too. And, I gave in way more than I care to admit. But luckily, today marks the start of a new WW week for me and I’m ready to be back on track.

5.) Work has been insaaaaane lately. Yesterday was so busy that I didn’t end up eating lunch until after 3pm, which NEVER happens to me. It basically started when I returned from traveling for the holidays because we have our biggest event of the year coming up at the end of February, and it has been nonstop ever since. I’m excited for the conference since I’m so involved in planning it and am working so hard, but I am also looking forward to things being a little slower, and not just so I can eat lunch at a reasonable time.

6.) Last week, I booked two trips which I am SO excited about. First, I am going to New Orleans in April for a bachelorette party for one of my very best friends, Lianne. I am so excited to travel with my friends and to one of my favorite places in the country, none the less.

Birthday Twins

Lianne and Me in summer 2012. Typical.

7.) One of my goals for 2012 was to either take a trip abroad or to start laying the groundwork for one this year, and that did not happen. I didn’t want to jinx myself so I didn’t include it in my 2013 intentions, but last week I booked a ticket to travel to South America for 17 days in late June through early July!!!! I am SO freaking excited I can’t even put it into words. This will be my first trip overseas (besides the Caribbean) since HIGH SCHOOL aka over 10 years. I booked tickets with my good friend Stacy in and out of Peru, but we may go to Chile or Argentina as well when we’re down there. Ahhhh!!

On Trying to Be Responsible: Seeing The Dermatologist

In late December (this had nothing to do with trying to use up my flexible spending money, I swear) I decided to be responsible and go to the dermatologist for a mole check. When I mentioned this to a few friends, I was surprised to hear that several didn’t even know this is something you are supposed to do, so I figured I should share this story.

I am relatively fair skinned and have a lot of freckles (and a few moles) and though I have no history of skin cancer in my family, I’m told that I should be going for a full body scan every year, though I’d only been a time or two before this last appointment. The doctor basically looks closely at your entire body and sees if there are any questionable moles. Depending on what they see/find, they will act accordingly.

When I was there, I noticed the doctor stopping at one particular spot on my leg. I realize that this is really weird to say, but it was actually a freckle I really liked. It was cute, small, and on the top of my quad and I don’t know, I just liked it. To me, it didn’t look like anything was wrong with it at all, which is probably why I’m not a doctor.

  • “This one looks suspicious,” she said. “Do you mind if I remove it and send it in for testing?”
  • “Umm.. right now!? What? How does that work?”
  • “Basically, I’ll just inject a little Lidocaine under the skin, shave it off, cover it with a bandage, and you won’t feel a thing. It’ll take less than a minute.”
  • “Uhhhhhhmmmm ok I guess. Are you SURE it’s not going to hurt??”

Now, you should know I am a total freak about these things. I tend to get worked up over the littlest things and automatically assume worst case scenario on all things health related (some might call this a hypochondriac?), but honestly, the procedure was no big deal. I left there with a Band-Aid over the spot where my beloved freckle used to be with no harm done.

Fast forward a week later, and I got a call back from the doctor saying that the mole came back atypical and she wanted to go in to remove more.

Frantically, I asked her a ton of questions and she explained that basically, there is a spectrum between benign (nothing wrong) and melanoma (cancer), and it had come back as “moderate” on the atypical scale, so not mild, nor severe. To be safe, the doctor wanted to go back in to remove more of the mole to make sure the margins were clear (aka no atypical cells were left) and stitch it back up. It’s a fairly common procedure and though I didn’t have skin cancer, this would make sure that I didn’t develop it there.

Now, I also had this weird thing on my arm. It’s something I have had for years and have always been super self-conscious of, and oddly enough got asked about A LOT. I think it is from a scar, but I honestly can’t remember when it showed up, how long I’ve had it for, and if it has changed over time. I have had it looked at before, but I brought it to the dermatologist’s attention when I was there this time, too.

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The doc said that she didn’t think it was anything serious, but that she wanted to remove it and  and send it in to be tested, too.

So last Friday, January 18th, I had an appointment to get the mole on my leg and the spot on my arm removed. I told them I was freaking out, so they told me to come in 30 minutes before my appointment so they could give me a Valium to calm me down before the procedure, and I was SO glad I did that.

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I definitely wouldn’t have been feeling that good without it, especially when I saw all the equipment laid out for the procedure.

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After a few minutes, the doctor came in and marked up my arm and leg for how she was going to cut in. Both places were going to be cut in a football type shape around the spots, given a lot of Lidocaine via injection, have the questionable things cut out, then stitched back up with both internal and external stitches.

The procedures themselves were not THAT bad, really. I couldn’t feel anything even though I was totally awake and made the doctors talk to me the whole time about anything other than the surgery. That is, until they put in the external stitches. It didn’t hurt at all, but I could feel the doctor pulling back and forth pretty hard when she was putting those stitches in and it was a really, really weird feeling. I was relieved when it was over, and also that they did my arm first because that was the worse of the two. They put some tape-like strips over the stitches in both spots, then loads of gauze to absorb any post-op bleeding, and then taped them up.

Both places looked like this:

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I was in and out in about an hour, and my aftercare instructions were this:

    • Ice both places 30 minutes on, 30 minutes off for the rest of the day.
    • Take Tylenol every 4 hours for pain, as needed (which did not help, at all).
    • Elevate both places as much as possible for the rest of the day.
    • Remove the bandages in the morning, and change them morning and night for the next 10 days until going back to have the stitches removed. I have to load them up with a ton of vaseline, then put gauze and tape over the sutures. The goal for these 10 days is not to let a scab form, because it’s better for healing.
    • No exercise for at least 2 weeks, possibly 3, to reduce the risk of clotting and reopening the wounds. Oy.

The hardest part of these instructions was the elevation part. It’s my left leg, and my right arm – so that proved to be a logistical challenge. I ended up sleeping that night with my legs swung over the arm of my couch, and my arm propped up against the couch on a pillow. Super comfortable.

When I woke up the next day, my leg was no big deal. I’ll show you this picture because I don’t think it’s too graphic, but this was the spot on my leg:

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Those are the stitches underneath, and then I was supposed to leave that tape over it until it fell off on it’s own. The tape on my leg stayed on for almost 48 hours post surgery, but the tape on my arm ended up coming off that first morning when I removed the original bandages.

My arm was a different story, but I’ll spare you the photos because they are NASTY. The cut is about twice as long as the one on my leg (about 2 inches probably) and bled through the bandages that first night. I almost gagged when I had to look at it in the morning because it was a lot bigger (and bloodier) that I was expecting, but luckily I was instructed to cover it right back up so I didn’t have to look at for long.

In terms of pain, my leg was barely noticeable. If it had just been that mole removal, I don’t think it would have been a big deal at all. My arm, on the other hand, hurt like a b. It stung really bad and felt like someone had stabbed me with a knife (oh wait…) and the Tylenol didn’t really help. I ended up icing it a lot that next day even though I wasn’t instructed to, and that took the edge off. By day three, it was still sore, but hurt significantly less, and now, just under a week afterward the procedure, the pain is minimal. My arm is definitely a little sore and it’s hard to forget I have stitches there, but I barely even notice my leg.

I go back this coming Monday for a follow up and to get the sutures removed, and at that point they will give me further care instructions to promote healing and minimize scarring. The thing I’m currently having the hardest time with is not being able to do any exercise at all. I’m such an active person, and I really like to eat, so I am struggling with not being able to do anything (and still wanting to eat like I am working out 6x a week). I know that my healing is way more important than my running, but I also have a half marathon coming up in March that I’m in the middle of training for, so it’s hard mentally to steer clear of running as well.

Anyway, I will keep you guys posted with how things progress with the healing (and if you aren’t offended by gross things and are curious to see a picture of my arm post-surgery, you can email me at bethsjourneyblog at gmail dot com and I’ll send it to you), but that’s what’s going on with me.

Are you good about preventative medicine and going to the doctor? Do you get yearly mole checks?

Your Journey in Six Words

I’ve seen this in several weight loss and health magazines and found it pretty cool to think about. Basically, the idea is to summarize your weight loss/healthiness journey in six words exactly, which doesn’t sound like much space, but you really can say a lot.

I came up with a lot of ideas for my own journey, including:

1.) Tried. Failed. Tried again. Kept going.

2.) Making a plan equals longterm success.

3.) Must make herself a priority daily.

4.) Started. Stopped. Started again. For good.

5.) Healthier, stronger, thinner, AND happier.

I like them all, and do think they all speak to my journey, but none of them felt quiiiite right. So I kept going (how symbolic is that!?), and here’s what I finally settled on:

I have to keep trying. Everyday.

I feel like that captures the essence of the fact that this journey will NEVER be over for me, and that it takes focus, determination, and commitment each and every day to stay on the right path.

If you had to summarize your own journey in just six words, what would you say?

Duckling at the Farmer’s Market?

Hi! Despite the rough mid-morning, today has shaped up to be a pretty good day. My workday flew by and I was able to leave a little after 5 to head to the Farmer’s Market in Penn Quarter. More and more vendors are there each week which is a great thing! Here’s are a few pictures from the market.

Not sure about where the duckling came from, but isn’t he cute!?

Here’s what I walked away with:

Arugula, Baby Kale, Radishes, and 2 Tomatoes. I spent about $15 in total which seems like a lot to me, but its good to support your local farmers!

After getting home, I decided to go for a bike ride because the weather was gorgeous! I went out for an hour and did about 12 miles. My Garmin says I burned 682 calories in the hour. The path I went on was pretty hilly, and going up the hills was HARD. I don’t even know if I was really doing the gears right… I am such a novice when it comes to biking. I really think I need to do some research or get a lesson. I know Caitlin has a really helpful page on Tips for Biking, so I’ll have to look at that and go from there.

After coming home, I was starving because I hadn’t eaten since those Swedish Fish. I decided to pull out my juicer because I haven’t used it in a while and I had some produce on the way out in my fridge.

This juice had 2 carrots, 1 kiwi, 1/2 a grapefruit, and some celery. It was really good! Just what I was craving and I was glad I didn’t let the produce go to waste. I drank the juice while I whipped up a quick but delicious dinner.

I started by boiling some buckwheat soba noodles for 6 minutes. While those were cooking, I marinated some pre-cubed Nasoya tofu in the last of this sauce from my trip to Puerto Rico:

The tofu has 3 servings, so I took one serving out and marinated 2/3 of the tofu right in the box.

I let that sit for a few minutes, and then browned it in a pan with some nonstick spray.

Once the soba was done, I drained it and then put some sliced shallot and little olive oil back in the pot I cooked the pasta in. Once that heated up a bit, I put the soba noodles back in the pot and cracked an egg right over them.

I just stirred the egg up right into the pasta, and it scrambles but spreads all over the noodles this way. I learned this method back in college from one of my Italian friends and haven’t done it in so long! I added a little salt and pepper, and then grated some parmesan over the top. I served the tofu on the side, and then also took some of the arugula from the Farmer’s Market and drizzled it with some olive oil and some more parmesan.

I also drank some iced green tea out of a mason jar.

This dinner was so awesome! I can’t believe I forgot about that egg in the pasta trick… it is seriously so good and adds a lot of protein to your pasta if you’re not having any meat, beans, or tofu with it. It works best with long pastas like spaghetti, angel hair, and fettuccine, as opposed to short pasta like penne. Definitely worth a try!

I’m off to watch a movie.. we got two new ones from Netflix today. Have a good night!

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