Sunday Meal Prep

I’m definitely one that needs to celebrate victories. I don’t care if it’s that I didn’t oversleep all week or if I sold $20k. I need to celebrate. So yesterday, I conquered my kitchen and slayed the meat… err the ground turkey and the chicken thighs and the kids lunch and dinner. And… that’s all. I prepped enough that Luke and I won’t walk into the kitchen mid-day and throw the whole Keto adventure overboard.

I cooked up some ground turkey (because Walmart substituted my ground chicken for turkey). We intent to do taco/nacho/burrito Tuesday eve for dinner, so CHECK. My kids are fiends for tacos and they love nacho cheese, so you can basically give me MOTY (Mom of the Year) crown now. I win.

I made chicken thigh variety of a MS roast with riced cauliflower in the instant pot. This will be Luke and my quick warm up meal for lunches. It is so easy. I threw chicken thighs and some avocado oil in bottom of the pot, topped with pepperoncini peppers and its juices, some butter and riced cauliflower on top. A traditional slow cooker recipe for Mississippi Roast would also have a ranch packet and an jus packet, too.

I still have a pork tenderloin to cook this week. And some organic beef patties. My second oldest loves hamburgers and prefers them to most foods, so… another mom win for the week. Swish!

So here I am, celebrating that I took some time to set us up for success in the kitchen and with our health this week! What’s on your menu? Do you meal plan or prep?


My Favorite Soup

I think, if the goal wasn’t to be eating “Keto”, I could eat a good brothy soup and a grilled cheese every single day and never get sick of it. Legit. Every. Day. I know, I could make some fancy keto bread… but. Lazy. Let me tell you, the Five Day Soup Diet shindig is my favorite. Even after the Keto choices stopped over the past 18 months, I still used this soup as a base to make all the soups I needed.

I always double it because one person is designed to be able to eat this for five days. My husband is always a willing participant in my shenanigans, so x2, I do. I start by scissoring up a package of the best for you bacon I can find. Then I toss in the onion (and I have sometimes forgotten it). Then I get to chopping all the Magic vegetables that go into this soup. Green beans, yellow squash, turnip root things or rutabagas (both of which I’d never had before this soup, nor had I cooked with… I majorly approve), collards, sun-dried tomatoes. All that gets chopped and put in with a good amount of organic stock and water over time. And I’ve lately been instant potting (for about 12 min) my organic chicken breasts or thighs while I get my soup going. Excellent use of time to voila some cooked chicken.

When all this is done, I have a huge amount of soup. Enough to fill like 10,000 plastic ware containers for leftovers. This time I rationed all the smaller containers I had in advance. Single servings, baby, means heat and eat is even simpler.

Recipe from I Breathe I’m Hungry:

  • 4 slices bacon, chopped
  • 1 tbsp olive oil
  • 1/4 cup onion, chopped
  • 1 tbsp fresh garlic, minced
  • 1/4 cup sundried tomatoes, chopped
  • 1 cup sliced white mushrooms
  • 8 cups chicken stock
  • 3 cups water
  • 2 cups celery root, peeled and chopped into ½ inch cubes (or cauliflower, jicama, radish, turnip)
  • 4 cups cooked chicken breast, chopped
  • 2 cups yellow squash, sliced and quartered
  • 1 cup green beans, cut into 1 inch pieces
  • 4 cups swiss chard, chopped (or collards – NOT KALE)
  • 2 tbsp red wine vinegar
  • 1/4 cup fresh basil, chopped
  • Salt and pepper to taste

Instructions from IBIH:

  1. In a large soup pot, cook the bacon and olive oil over medium heat for 2 minutes.
  2. Add the onions, garlic, sundried tomatoes, and mushrooms. Cook for 5 minutes.
  3. Pour in the chicken stock and water, then add the celery root and chicken. Simmer for 15 minutes.
  4. Add the squash, green beans, and swiss chard and simmer for 10 minutes.
  5. Add the red wine vinegar and season with salt and pepper to taste.
  6. Stir in the fresh basil just before serving.

No kidding the best soup and the smartest start for me getting my eating habits back to a healthy balance. In one week, I have lost 6-7 pounds. I had gotten so blah feeling leading up to the choice to start back on the Keto path. For me the weight loss matters, but most importantly, it helps balance my blood sugar that causes me to almost uncontrollably crash after I eat almost any amounts of sugar/carbs. My body responds abnormally and Keto seems to help. So here we are. I’m here for it all! Let me know if you try the soup and what you think of it.

Check out the link to IBIH for comments with results and substitutes for specific ingredients.


The Last 90 of the Decade

It’s here. The final stretch of 2019. I’m not sure it was pivotal on the 90th day (I think it was yesterday… or is it today?)… I had started or re-started my healthier eating habits last week. I intend to keep those. It took some serious BLAH last week to get me motivated to make those healthy choices, I will say. I kept wanting to cut down my sugar intake but I kept spiraling and feeling like I had no control when cravings hit. It took a real rock-bottom feeling to sort of force my hand. But I’m back. I’m already feeling better and the ball is rolling!

That’s one of my final 90 days goal of this decade! Do you have any goals? Any new habits, better habits you’re striving to create now instead of waiting until 2020? I find myself waiting, day after day until the next Monday, you know the perfect start day… or week after week because next month is perfect! Or for January 1st, because what’s fresher than the new year, only to forget by that next perfect day to start, or to abandon it four days in when I lose the motivation or focus.

Do you also struggle with committing to goals your set for yourself? I’ve discovered I am REBEL. I’m a rebel by nature, only following through, committing to, and pursuing goals and ideals that suit the identity I have for myself. So if I’m determined that I’m a healthy person, by God, I’m a healthy person. But if I’m still a person that eats whatever the hell I want to while trying to make healthy choices, I’m going to derail reeeeeally fast. Do you do better with accountability?

What’s something you can improve on by 2020? Let’s brainstorm.

  • Healthy food choices
  • Sticking to a budget/pay off plan
  • Start a fitness routine
  • Read one book a month
  • Consistently go to bed before midnight (that’s so hard for me)
  • Make dinner at home 5-6 times a week.
  • Commit a new verse to memory every week.

That’s my brain dump. Share yours.

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Connections and chit chat

There’s a big difference between a genuine connection with real conversation and chit chat. However, chit chat can lead to a nice connection. A moment of humanity linking two people. I am all for that.

Today, I reached out to a couple people via messenger though I could have easily commented on their content on social media. The comments seem to lack connection and intentionality in communicating. Do you feel that way? I went to reply to a post and found myself tearing up because I was touched that person had that kind of impact on me. I couldn’t do the injustice on connection of dropping that one liner in a comment and walking away. I engaged. This person and I needed to connect on this. It was a serious matter, end of life stuff for family, that’s not always quick comment stuff… right?

I’m not saying I need to personally message everyone on social and start conversing about their lunch selections, but when friends are hurting, when they’re asking for prayers for a loved one, when they’re sharing personal battles, I chose to connect today, and I’m glad I did. I could use that virtual hug sometimes. The pause that someone intentionally opened the door to hug me and wait. Instead of side hug and run on the interwebs. Is it all the same to you?

In terms of chit chat… today a barista complimented my earrings. I appreciated it. I love these rainbow dangles. She asked where she could find them. I told her I sold them. I needed to hurry up and post them! I did. But we ended up connecting over quirky, fun accessories because the interaction didn’t need to be rushed.


Hi, I’m Kayla, and…

Grief is odd. It’s weird and uncomfortable but also probably one of the most natural processes humans go through. There’s no right path, wading the waters of loss. That’s all to say that grief is something I was never prepared to walk in. Is anyone? There’s no book warning people what they’re about to step into when they lose a person. (False: I’m sure there are a number of books… but I sure as hell didn’t touch one prior to loss.)

I think when I meet someone new, there’s a subconscious desire to be known and know them, like not just the surface stuff. I mean, I feel that way anyway. I genuinely like getting to know WHO people are and where they came from and how they turned out this way… (I’m generally that chatty uber passenger, too.)

So when I meet people, I think the inner me, not showing her true cards, wants the new person to know Kelsey, my sister, the one who has been gone for almost three years, the one who it’s physically impossible to meet now… that’s who I’d love to introduce most people to when we’ve just met. Is that odd?

Or no? I don’t know. Someone who was so part of my personal history, my memories, and admirations, that’s who I’d like to introduce people to when they meet me… and it stings that my heart and mind work this way.

We all have our Scarlett letters, curses set on us by outside forces, or badges of honor, the things we proudly display with our chest puffed up. Right? Some battle inside demons and Evil would love for these letters to consume your identity and cripple you with fear. I don’t want to live that way.

So I genuinely try not to, and I wade through the sometimes muddy waters of grief. I talk about Kelsey when it seems fitting. That part of me and our story isn’t shelved. The icky parts of life can often be used to help others in their muddy waters, too. So I hope you’ll keep “speaking your truth.” That’s what all the cool kids say… but I see it… don’t hold part of you back because you’re sad or scared or… or… or… that’s what I’d tell myself anyway.


The need for content

They say… you know they, the they we can’t name… they say creating content is as simple as just documenting what you’re already doing. No extra steps except pausing to document the moments. Way easier said than done! Am I right?

There are extra steps after. Formulating the perfect framing context in comment or blog format. Including enough detail and humor or sarcasm to keep things interesting, but not so elaborate one gets bored. What is the objective? To share, to entertain, to … who the heck knows! It’s a real struggle.

I often get overwhelmed when I think of sharing content, and I know I’m not alone. I’m resolved to believe now that it merely, simply, absolutely just requires practice. The overthinking, the weight of pressure, the perfectionism, it fades, right? Of course. I’m trying to convince myself.

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Wyoming, the beautiful.


I sort of just want to post photos with no text because the views were breathtaking and words do no justice.

But I’ll tell you about my trip. I had an entrepreneurship retreat (I think we’re calling it that…). I paid for the experience in May. It was a steep investment at the time, so this trip was seriously anticipated and needed. I love to travel, and I feel most myself when I’m experiencing new places independently and in a small group with people I love. That’s all just to say… I needed this trip at the beginning of September.

I drove the five hours to Dallas, flew to Salt Lake City, and was bussed to Wyoming. This was a three day excursion. We stayed another three days in Wyoming for the retreat and then journeyed home. The three days in Wyoming were special. Reflective. I didn’t talk a lot but I absorbed as much as I could. I learned tools to help better inform my business actions. I’m stoked to implement new procedures.

Blah. Blah. Blah. So that’s why I went. What I breathed in was fresh air. What I saw was like artwork from God himself. What I felt was NOT hellish heat but cool caresses on my nose and cheeks and the warmth of a beanie and Mimi scarf. I am pro Autumn. I am pro September in Wyoming.