Creamy Spicy Garlic Shrimp Pasta- Recipe

    This is one of the recipes I made this week for dinner! I found the inspiration from this YouTube video- thanks, Joe!

Creamy Spicy Garlic Shrimp Pasta

This recipe makes 3 servings. Each serving is 386 calories. 

Protein: 34.4 g

Carb: 53.9 g

Fat: 13.7 g

• 168 g Rigatoni pasta
• 12 oz shrimp
• 4 oz reduced fat cream cheese
• 1/2 lemon
• 3 Tablespoons minced garlic
• 1 Tablespoon olive oil
• 1/2 Teaspoon red pepper flake (more or less to taste)
• Parsley

1. Boil water for pasta. Heat saucepan on medium, and add olive oil to pan. Once oil is shimmering, add garlic and red pepper flake until golden, about 2-3 minutes. Add pasta to boiling water, cook until done.
2. Add shrimp to saucepan with garlic and pepper flake. Cook until until shrimp is done. Drain pasta when done, then add to the same pan with shrimp and spices. Optional: Save 1/2 cup of pasta water.
3. Add cream cheese and stir until melted and all pasta is coated. Optional: Add some pasta water until desired consistency of sauce is achieved.
4. Divide into three portions, then dress with parsley and a lemon wedge. Serve with a slice of garlic bread or Lemon Garlic Asparagus.

Pushing Through and Getting Tough

I made it through the weekend. I honestly was unsure how it was going to go based on my feelings Friday and a rough start to Saturday. When I woke up, I found that my weight had gone up again (bummer) and when I took my measurements, they had also increased since the last time I recorded them in mid-April (infuriating).

How could this be?? I've been eating at a controlled deficit for 6 weeks, something I for sure was not doing back in April.

I begrudgingly took some new progress photos in my neon pink bikini (because it makes me feel hot) and tried to put on a happy face for our movie date. It didn't help that Kenny hopped on the scale too and was down SIX POUNDS in two weeks. Are you fucking kidding me??

The day started rough and I was tempted to throw it all out, but I enjoyed a couple drinks and a taco at the movie and by the time I got home, I was feeling quite a bit better about the whole thing. Here's where I landed:

•I was still very sore on Saturday from the leg workout I had done on Wednesday. My muscles were likely inflamed and holding more blood and water while they repaired. My weight did not jump up in pounds, only by a few ounces. 

•My measurements from April were taken right after my 5k. I had been going to the gym 3x per week for about 3 or 4 weeks. Also, I could have mis-measured. Moving forward, I'll be wearing the same thing each time I measure to keep it controlled. I'll also be measuring every month or so to have more consistent data.

•While my immediate reaction was that Kenny lost those six pounds without changing anything, after my jealously wore off, I realized that was not true. He went from a mostly sedentary desk job to a warehouse job where he is on his feet all day with no AC. In addition to sweating and moving all day, he's also eating less food. Of course that kind of drastic change will result in big results.

•I actually look pretty damn cute as-is right now in that pink bikini of mine! Like damn, it's crazy what a cute outfit will do to boost your confidence in those pictures. I'm glad I took them anyway, and I'm glad I made myself smile for them.

By the time Saturday night rolled around I had prepped a grocery list stacked with high protein meals and I was ready to take on the week ahead. I spent Sunday meal prepping (and filming) and even got to take a 2 mile walk with Kenny in the evening and then enjoy a shower and some YouTube videos to wind down.

All in all, a very productive weekend accompanied by a mental shift to buckle down and kick this thing into gear. I'm really glad I've taken the time to get used to tracking my meals and finding a balance of calories that makes me feel full and satisfied while making purposeful healthful decisions. Now it is time for me to add in purposeful and invigorating exercise that challenges me and brings me joy. 

This will be the hard part, I know that. This will be where determination and discipline meet, where I am tested- do I really want to make a change or do I want to remain in this state for the rest of my life? I am developing a routine that works for me, I am trying a higher protein diet to keep me satisfied and help my muscles grow, and I am proud of myself for getting to this point- almost at the 7 week mark!

I really do feel like I am starting to find a new piece of myself. I am slowly chipping away at the layers of negative self-talk and perceived failure to find the girl underneath who just needed a little encouragement and a little bit of grace to flourish. 

General Frustrations & Losing Steam

I am so damn sore today. I did a workout on Tuesday that I am still feeling in my arms (not as miserable) and on Wednesday I apparently went way too damn hard for leg day. I am actually hobbling around everywhere I go. Stairs? Don't even get me started.

This morning I got off to a bad start immediately because the scale had gone up. It's so silly because it's only by .6, so not much at all, a totally normal fluctuation. I had it in my head though that I would continue to see the scale trend down as I have all week long. There are many things that could have contributed to a jump upwards, the main two I can think of being inflammation from my sore muscles and not having a great night's sleep. 

I really do like having a graph and a total picture of my overall weight trend to look back on. I can see that two weeks ago I was steadily in the 209 range, while now I'm solidly in the 207 range. A small change, but a trend in the right direction nonetheless. I've clocked in at 206.8 three times now, so I know I'm getting close to a solid 206 number as well. 

However, all of that aside I need to work on viewing the number each morning as a clinical exercise and not as a true positive or negative. Is a trend downward desirable? Yes, fat loss is the goal. However, my body is always adjusting and day to day is not a reliable way to gauge real definite change.

Today I am tired from poor sleep, I am on day 3 or so of my period, and I am dealing with extremely sore muscles. Of course I can expect to see some fluctuations. The fact that I haven't all week up to this point is actually pretty amazing. Staying the course and not veering off into "well, I might as well binge" or "I need to restrict MORE now" is the most important thing I can do. Slow and steady wins the race. Each day that I show up for myself and stay on track mentally and physically is a day above and beyond any other where I gave up and threw it all away.

If I'm being honest, I think that I am also feeling somewhat frustrated that I have been in this same weight range of 2-3 lbs since I started tracking my food 6 weeks ago. I am trending down, but I want to be OUT of the 207-209 range. I'm so close to hitting that 5 pound mark and I just want that satisfaction. I want to start to see changes and feel better, but so far it's been a lot of eating good during the week and blowing it off on the weekend. I thought the weight would come off quicker.

Maybe now that I'm adding in consistent exercise and focusing on protein over carbs and fat, I will begin to see some bigger changes. I want it to take time, I want it to be sustainable. Yet some part of my brain has still been conditioned to seek immediate gratification and even though this is the longest I've ever attempted to lose weight or eat better consciously and I'm proud of that, I'm losing steam and motivation. I know soon I'm going to have to dig deep and rely on my "Why" to keep me pushing through this first (of what I assume will be many) wall.

A Pep Talk to Me

Last night on my walk, I ended up giving myself somewhat of a pep-talk and an encouragement. The gist was this: whatever I accomplish is always worth celebration, and every step forward is progress.

I've had the generic goal of being in the best shape of my life so far by the time I'm 30, so a year and a half from now. And as I was walking I was trying to break down my weight loss into small manageable chunks of time, rather than looking at this huge mountain of 18 months. This is close to what I came up with:

Now: 207 from 215 (all time highest)

•Wedding in mid-September- below 200

•Kenny's 30th birthday end of October- low 190s

•My 29th birthday mid-December- low 180s

•Valentines day- low 170s

•3rd Anniversary early March- under 170

•C's 2nd birthday end of April- low 160s

•July 4th weekend- under 150

•Labor Day weekend- mid 130s

•Kenny's 31st birthday- under 130

•My 30th birthday- low to mid 120s

Now that's if everything goes exactly how I want it to, with no major set backs or fails or injury, etc etc. I know how life works, I know that in all reality I won't see 125 at my 30th birthday. I also know that any movement toward that goal is positive and something to be proud of. 130, 140, 150- those are all a hell of a lot closer to a healthier lifestyle than 215 and junk food non-stop. Regardless of my weight on the scale on my 30th birthday, if I continue on this path, I will have been making mindful health choices for myself and moving my body more for 18 months by the time the day comes and that is something to celebrate. 

130 by 30 was the mantra that popped into my head last night and while it's a nice mile marker to set my sights on, I'm not going to let myself be mad or disappointed if I don't hit that specific goal. This journey is about learning to love myself again, loving who I am at every stage, in every season. Making forward strides is amazing, and no number on the scale will ever truly depict the strength and determination it took me to get to the finish line.

In addition to that, just because I hit 30 does not mean that I've come to the end of the road. That's just the beginning. I want to start my 30th year in the best shape I've ever been in, but that doesn't mean there won't still be room to grow, and room for new and improved goals. I want to be in great shape in my 30s so I can climb mountains and hike long trails and play with my friend's kids and renovate a house and have a big garden and dance all night at my wedding. My 30th is just the beginning of the next phase of my life, and that's what I'm striving toward now. 

30 Days of Tracking and Getting Down to Business

The lake was great. We swam, I got sunburnt juuust enough, and we had amazing food from Kelsey as usual. I felt cute and comfortable in my swimsuit and I didn't let myself feel guilty for enjoying and indulging in some damn good banana pudding, among other treats.

I tracked a bit over the holiday weekend, enough to get the general idea of what I ate and to keep my streak, but Tuesday I got back to actually staying within a budget. I also lowered my calories by 150, down to 1650 total each day. I did this to help some of the holiday weight drop back off and because I want to see some bigger change overall. I still haven't been moving much, as the weather has been pretty humid or rainy most days, so I needed to make a bigger dent in those calories somewhere.

This week I've had over those 1650 calories every day with small snacks, putting me reliably in the 1700 range. However, I think this is mostly because we didn't go grocery shopping this week, so I am throwing stuff together for meals each day without much of a plan which leaves me room to make choices that I might not make if I had a healthier option available. I know I am also fighting against the urge to binge a bit. I did not ever eat so much that I made myself sick at the lake, but I also didn't track each bite, and that freedom gave me a nice little high.

I know that sounds bad, like maybe I'm restricting myself too much and thats why I'm feeling "free" from eating whatever I want. But thats not what I mean. What I'm working against isn't like "Oh my god, just let me have what I want!" Instead it's "Oh my god, I'm gonna eat this whole kitchen because I can!" It's an urge to binge through my whole fridge and cabinets just because I can, one that has been curbed for nearly a whole month from tracking and planning my meals.

I feel good about where I'm at right now. Today will be 30 days of tracking my meals and calories, and that's the longest I've ever gone! I feel a great sense of accomplishment and I know that I have the power to do so much more. I want to see more movement on the scale because right now, I know that seeing that number go down means fat loss. I'm not working out or weight lifting, so it's not fat to muscle conversion. If I want to see change in my body I need to kick it up a notch, and I know I have the strength and willpower to do it. 

I have 10 weeks before B & A's wedding, which means even at a slow loss, I can still expect to be under 200 lbs by the time of the wedding. There is a weekend coming up for my company outing where I expect to eat and drink more than usual, and there is one day in August slated for the state fair. Those two days aside, I am ready to buckle down and power through summer with the most determination yet. 

Beginning this weekend, I will be adding a walk for most days. I have to start moving my body, because even if it doesn't have any effect on the weight loss, I know that it makes me feel good. I will keep my caloric goal at 1650 for now, with the buffer of up to 1800 on days that I get my movement in. The app might not accurately reflect that much change and flexibility, but I know what works for me, and honestly, I'm still trying to figure it out myself.

With this week's grocery haul, I also want to start swapping out more treats for fruit, veg, and grains. I've been eating whatever I want within my calories which is great, but I also want to start fueling my body with better sources of energy. Instead of chips for snacks, I want to have veggies and dip on standby. Instead of a fruit roll-up, I want to have an apple. More whole grain pasta when I can. I'll start with snack swaps 4-5 times per week, and then move into my meals. No major changes overnight!

September 17 is my current goal marker. That is what I'm reaching for, and working toward. Early Fall, and I want to be down 15lbs from my highest weight to date. I've seen the scale sit around 208-210 for a while now, so only coming down below 200 doesn't feel like much. I know I won't look very different only 8 lbs from now. But when I think about being at 215 several months ago, that is a much bigger achievement, something I can be proud of and mark as a milestone. I will keep pushing and I will be strong and healthy and confident!

Struggling with Guilt Today

We're going to Zoo Brew tonight, and the beers I will drink take up more than one third of my daily allotment. Today, we also had our company lunch from Smokey D's BBQ and the guilt I have for indulging a bit at lunch as well as what I'm going to have tonight and for dinner is a bit much.

I know it doesn't matter. I know I need to eat regardless. I know that even if I have five out of seven great days, I'm still making forward progress. Why is my brain being so mean and telling me I should skip dinner or that I've done bad?

I haven't done bad!! Food has no moral attachment. Food is just food. It nourishes my body and gives me energy. Honestly, I should be looking at it as bulking up a bit for my weekend of outdoor activity on the lake. Getting in those pre-calories so I have enough energy to kayak and swim!

I think its time for another list. Here is a list of 10 things that I love to eat or drink that have no moral attachment or association:

1. Reese’s!

2. Cheesecake!

3. Boneless wings!

4. Beer!

5. Garlic cheesy bread!

6. Sweet wine!

7. Croutons with salad dressing!

8. Ice cream bars!

9. French's Fried Onions!

10. Sesame Chicken!

Thoughts on Weight Today

I got on the scale this morning because I just could not wait until tomorrow- 208.6, down .2! I was happy of course, but it still isn't the progress I want to be seeing.

However after sitting with it for a good part of the day, I'm feeling better. Would it be exciting to see the numbers drop by a whole pound or two or more? Yes, of course. My brain has been wired over the last 28 years to think that quick is best. In reality, I know that the fact that I'm losing little bits at a time is so much better for me than the alternative. If I was going to see crazy results, I'd also have to participate in crazy changes. I'd have to eat in a larger caloric deficit- I love food too much to make a drastic change. I'd also have to exercise every single day, probably for an hour or more- honestly who even has time for that?

I went on a neighborhood walk last night and it was beautiful. The temperature had dropped enough that it was comfortable walking outside. I kept a good solid pace, and I was just shy of hitting 2 miles. I think that will be my goal from here forward, because another five minutes or so wasn't going to break me.

I think maybe part of why I want to see quick results is because I want to show off. I want to look cute at the lake and have someone tell me I look great in my swimsuit, or I want to be noticeably smaller at the wedding and have friends mention it. But yikes, how terribly vain and self involved is that? It feels good to admit it out loud, and I think some level of Feelin' Myself is allowed, but I dont really need to be the center of attention anywhere. I'm not the protagonist in anyone's story but my own, and this is the movie that I have to play over and over in my head for the rest of my life. I should make it a beautiful one full of joy and happiness, not one where I rushed to the finish line just to dance around for a few minutes.

Because really, once I've reached my "goal weight" where am I going next? I've spent that last 15 years thinking about my body and how it looks and how I could better conform to the conventional beauty standard. I know that reaching a number on the scale won't magically make me happy and fulfilled. In a YouTube video I watched recently someone said, "If you don't love yourself at the end, your journey is still not over." Wow, that really resonated with me. I can't just lose weight and expect to be whole. I have to do the work along the way to learn to love myself again.

A smaller body is not the ultimate goal. A healthier body is my goal. While I work through the issues with feeling social pressure to change, at the root, I am scared to be unhealthy and to be the reason I have chronic pain or other health conditions. I don't want diabetes. I don't want to have heart failure. I don't want cancer. These are all things I can work to protect against if I take my health and put it first. 

I'm considering weighing myself daily for a couple of weeks. The main point against this that I have heard is that it can make you obsess over the small details more than you need to. Today though, I heard someone say that seeing the tiny fluctuations helped because it gave her a bigger picture of where her body was really at. You will jump around a lot day to day, so weighing once per week gives you a narrow view of what the week as a whole looks like, and if you're trending in any direction or staying the same. I think I will try it for a couple of weeks and if it becomes obsessive or too overwhelming, I'll go back to a weekly plan.

From the videos I've watched, and everything I've consumed on weight loss over the course of my life and in the last 3 weeks, it has become clear to me that one thing is true- this journey is about finding what works for you because it's not just a cookie-cutter experience. It's about trying different things until I find the way that clicks and feels good and natural and sustainable.