you hungry, fella??

today was “oh shit everything in the refrigerator is about to go bad” day in my household.

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i have a serious food shopping problem. and yes, i know the whole idea of not going grocery shopping when you’re hungry, but any time i go grocery shopping, i GET hungry. so this whole situation doesn’t really apply to me. i’ve tried everything: lists, going after work and buying for that night’s dinner, picking out recipes for the whole week…you name it. but i still overbuy. without fail. as a matter of fact, my household has diminished by one and yet i still bought the same (dollar) amount of food that we did for a full household.

and it’s not like i don’t eat what i buy. i eat constantly. even my coworker loves to tell me that each time he walks to my office, i’m putting something in my mouth. and since i have the maturity level of a puberty ridden thirteen year old, i immediately smirk at him. he will either turn red and run the opposite direction, or roll his eyes at me and walk away.

anyway, back to tonight. so i get home and i’m not only starving, but i am also at a loss with what i could make with the mass amounts of veggies and potatoes i have left over. so, i started chopping everything that was about to go off. and what did i make?

the skinny ginger’s “everything is about to go bad, so cook it all and sautee it with some type of sauce” on top of rice! 

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go ahead, ooh and ah all over it because it’s amazing. maybe it can also be called stir fry. i added a few spoonfuls of this “soyaki” stuff from Trader Joes, and it is legit. like, too legit to quit.

maybe you could add a little teriyaki chicken to it if you’re a carnivore and enjoy eating the flesh of animals — sorry……………………….no i’m not.

okay, yes. it is stir fry but i was SO FREAKING IMPRESSED with the taste of everything together that i literally licked my plate. i wish i was joking, but i’m not. and i’m not even embarrassed to share that.

also, the mushrooms probably should have been thrown away yesterday, but i worked passed the slime and they still worked.

so go ahead, toss all those veggies into a pan and stir up something “fresh” and you might just be surprised at the turn out. oh, and don’t forget the sriracha.

happy days ya’ll x,

skinny ginger

not yo cheese

hey, what kinda cheese is that?

nacho cheese.

couldn’t help it, sorry.

also couldn’t helping sharing this delish dish.

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um, yum. i know.

so, i came home last night after grocery shopping while starving. i had bought so much food that i didn’t know what to cook. surprisingly, i didn’t go all nutso and buy eight hundred dollars of lemon cake and peanut butter. so it was a success. but, i was stuck. i didn’t want to spend like four hours making this soup recipe i was dying to try (making it now and im soo excited) and i really didn’t want any of my go to dishes. i.e. brussel sprouts, potato anything or quinoa anything.

regardless of purchasing all this new shit, i used a ton of old shit that was already in my fridge and could have saved me the hour at trader joes that i spent wandering around looking for dried peas…….

i only cook for myself, because no one else in my apartment is veganatarian — vegan + vegetarian depending on my mood. so all it took was one small, peeled sweet potato cut in rounds drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with cayenne pepper, salt, and black pepper. then, controlling my drooling i patiently stared at the clock waiting for my “chips” to be done. finally, it was time. i piled them high with ground “beef” from trader joes (yes, yum), jalepenos (spice queen, hello), diced tomatoes, diced avocado, and shredded cheese. no, not vegan cheese. i haven’t been able to bring myself to use it since my first experience that made me sad. drizzled some of my holy grail/add to everything, tapatio, and bam. i was in “nacho” heaven.

okay, i was so stoked on it that i text a photo to my cousin and was all like “i made sweet potato nachos” and she was like “i’m in line for a corndog” and i was all three snaps, hair flick, #winning.

that is, until i bit into the first potato and it wasn’t even remotely done. seriously!?

i ate it anyway. happily. i’m still new to the cooking game, okay??

hey, like 75% of it was in fact done, and yes…i had to bite into each “chip” to find out if it was done or not. dont judge.

and then today, my cousin asked for the recipe. she doesn’t know the potatoes were raw.

happy eating and love x,

the skinny ginger

2015, so where’s my hoverboard?

i haven’t logged into my blog in at least three weeks.

first, feliz navidad.

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happy new year. 2015 has started off for me just beautifully with sleeping until 11, an intense hangover, and ended with mass amounts of greasy food and a nice dinner with family. oh, and some simply terrible weather

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ocean beach, california

second, i lied about not logging in. i did the other day and wrote this ripping blog about how much the holidays suck. obv, i didn’t post it, but i didn’t for a few reasons. it wasn’t productive; it was freaking rude; i realized how pathetic i sounded. like woe is me, i didn’t get my way, first world problems bullshit. it took me three drafts until i was able to word it in a way that didn’t make me sound like a total ahole. i canned it a day later. i am so grateful for the time i’ve gotten to spend with my fam, practically cartwheeled  out of my office for my week of vacation, and have eaten SO MUCH DELISH FOOD that i’ve picked up heavy breathing and my pants fit a liiiiitle snug. what the hell should i be complaining about? nothing.

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ugly christmas sweater christmas eve.

so. in my realization that i sounded like a negative nancy, i started thinking about my resolutions for this year. i tend to shy away from making any “goals” because i find them cliched and the majority of the time, resolutions are forgotten by feb 1. i dont like the whole “new year, new me” because we shouldn’t wait for a new year to work on things we aren’t/weren’t happy with during the previous…plus, every year should start out as “THIS year will be the BEST year.” because a little positivity wouldn’t hurt anyone.

my cousin told me that she makes two resolutions. one that is totally obtainable like flossing her teeth daily (she succeeded), and the second is a little more unrealistic to achieve in a year but something she can still work toward. i liked that idea. so i did what any girl does when another girl presents an idea. i stole it.

so i decided to work on feeling a little more settled. my lack of blogging after craving for a creative outlet, lack of working out, and lack of health in general made me realize how out of control of myself i became. also, i legitimately moved toward the end of the year, and in with my boyfriend for the first time since we’ve been together and that completely shifted both of our worlds. i decided to become vegan, and then felt more comfortable with vegetarianism. i’ve really struggled with a balance of my life choices. so naturally, finding some point of settling down is my “unobtainable” resolution.

the obtainable one? losing this spare tire around my waist i’ve grown over the past month and rekindling my love for the gym. and breathing like a normal person again and not like i’ve just run a marathon from just walking upstairs to my apartment.

here’s to the new year, cheerz!

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indecisive

im trying to type something up while looking in the oven every five seconds. i dropped five sprouts to the very bottom of the oven while it was piping hot and i am now terrified that they’ve burst in huge brussel flames. like, im going to open it in a few hours and 100 foot flames are going to leap from the depths of the stupid oven.

overreacting? never!

brussel sprout candle lit dinner, party of one.

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for brussel sprouts — heat oven to 400 degrees, cut off the stems of sprouts and cut in half if they’re huge. drizzle some olive oil all over so each are lightly coated, sprinkle some sea salt and pepper and cayenne pepper if you like spicy, or lemon if you’d like refreshing… if desired. spread sprouts over baking pan and cook for approx 30 min, or until crispy. enjoy!!

anyway. holidays mean work has been a whirlwind of sugary treats and stress since early november. and like any girl/human, free food is the best food. get out of my way. i’ve always been okay with a little indulgence here any there. maybe the word BALANCE would be more appropriate. but i swear, if i eat another piece of pizza, see another piece of sees candy,  have another contractor bring me a cake, i’m going to burst into diabetes. i feel like im getting winded by just riding the elevator up to our suite, when all i’m doing is standing still.

i have moved passed the feeling of extreme body hatred, to sitting pretty with just being healthy. i can’t say i’ve been totally vegan, but have consistently found myself falling back into the groove of zero animal products when cooking for myself. actually, i haven’t been completely healthy either, but as i said before…a little indulgence works. i am human after all.

i haven’t quite brought myself back to the mindset of eating meat. i just…can’t. i’ve totally conditioned myself to not wanting it, at all. i don’t miss it, and don’t crave it. so i would imagine i’m in the clear. i can’t say i’ll never eat it again; that’s the beautiful thing of a “diet”, you can change it to fit you. you eat food, eat what you like, healthy. and that’s what’s important.

so while i attempt to finish this plate of brussel sprouts, and wash it down with a beautiful merlot i was so graciously gifted, i am going to remind myself that i do my best. i am no where near perfect. but i feel good, and that’s what’s important.

so while i float in between a vegan, vegetarian, i don’t even know, cloud………i’m totally going to eat some ice cream from 7-11. #budgetbabe

love x,

skinny ginger

nightly wine. not to be confused with whine.

it’s friday night and i have a totally empty apartment. seriously. this does not happen. all bets are off tonight. i’m drinking wine from the bottle, and eating pasta. and by eating, i mean scarfing down my (second) heaping bowl of pasta. i’m also decorating. woooo party animal!
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so tonight, i was walking into CVS to buy some red wine (winning, i know. #dontjudge) and this man turns around and practically yells at me “you’re dangerous!” i stopped dead in my tracks. i am not good with this type of thing. i am the most awkward creature on the planet when people approach me, talk to me, anything really. ha.  not to mention, i was soaked. it is still raining in san diego, and i happened to be walking out of a target when the downpour started, awesome. he continues with “a redhead with striking eyes, and beautiful hair!” still yelling at me, sir. “just gorgeous, just perfect. dangerous!” finally, i found my words and said thank you and practically ran the opposite way. oh, and the cashier told me after that his wife was standing at the checkout while he was yelling at me. great.
why am i so awkward?
so, yelling mystery man, thank you for yelling your compliment AT me, with your wife paying for your whatevers, and while i tried to covertly run into a CVS on my raging friday night for some seriously delish $7.19 wine. i just want to drink all the wine. all the time.
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anyway. i got slapped with a dose of reality tonight. i decided to go christmas shopping tonight in hopes of finishing it by christmas this year (hence the wine craving) but cut it short because i was just so stoked to get home knowing it was empty and knowing i could watch my crap reality tv — aka real housewives of somewhere — with no judgment. don’t get me wrong, i love my lively apartment, noise, sport, etc. but sometimes a girl’s gotta have a little me time.
i pour my wine, heat up another bowl of this junk, wash off my face mask, and sit down to turn on my bad reality tv but subconsciously turn on sportscenter. stare at the tv. stare at the remote. look around thinking someone is playing a joke on me and realize, i turned it on. after all of my daydreaming all day about what episode of real housewives i was going to watch, i turn on ESPN. it’s still on, by the way. and i’m enjoying it.
and now, after finishing this wine, i’m craving for someone to run out of their room and ask me questions on how to spell things, and if there’s a Clippers game on.
if you can’t beat em, join em right? happy holidays lovelies xx
(post about my lively apartment coming soon. post also about fitness/health which this should be about, coming soon. MORE COMING SOON DAMMIT)
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love x,
skinny (drunk?) ginger.

when life gives you lemons.

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i violated rule number one, fell into temptation, couldn’t resist, the cardinal sin, the fail of all fails. yep. i cheated.

i ate a piece of cake, that wasn’t even remotely close to being vegan. like in order to make it vegan, it would have been stripped of all it’s creamy, fluffy, sugary, milky, cakey goodness that it was and it would have been left as a pile of weird…flour. not even flour…dust.

whoops?

hello, my name is hypocrite. nice to meet you.

i’ve talked about my vegan-ness here and again there and all of the recipes right here are also vegan. and if you read through those posts, you’ll notice that my daydream was usually about pizza. so even i surprised myself with my inhumane, inhaling of this cake. and a quick apology to my coworkers who probably thought i turned into some beast as i snorted and shoveled food into my mouth. ugh.

i’m shaking my head in disappointment right now.

lemon cake is my jam. but. did it satisy me? nope. did it taste good? no! sub-par at best….do i want to eat it again? nah…this whole guilt thing is not the business. not to mention i’ve been on a work out binge and this is a slight set back in the “wanting to see results department”. my little moment of weakness puts me in between there and the “pants don’t fit ya” department.

stupid bastard lemon cake.

point of this is, you’re going to have ups and downs. and you’re going to eff up every now and again. but it’s what you do after that slip up, that really defines who you are and where you stand with your lifestyle. no one is perfect. we all have moments.

what did i do after my moment of weakness? well. to be honest. i had three more moments of weakness. don’t judge me.

maybe, when life gives you lemon cake, don’t eat it.

love x,

skinny ginger

be you.

i wanted to touch on a topic that sits pretty close to my heart.

i came across this short 3 and a half minute vid on facebook awhile back and it struck a cord:

“50 People Were Asked One Intimate Question. What Adults Say Made Me Sad. What Kids Say Made Me Smile.”

if you don’t want to watch, the interviewers ask adults if you could change one thing about your body, what would it be? all the adults respond with pretty “standard” body issues — big foreheads, stretchmarks, height, skin problems with acne, a crooked foot!!…, inadequacy. they then bring in these adorb kids and ask them the same question. the video shows the kids seriously thinking about their answer, and they say — mermaid tails, shark mouths, pointy ears, fast legs, flying…but the one thing that was the best answer was one girl who said, “there’s nothing to change!”

this strikes pretty hard with me because i have dealt with body image issues for the majority of my life and at the ripe age of 17, was diagnosed with body dysmorphic disorder by my then psychologist. this is disorder is defined as “a psychological disorder in which a person becomes obsessed with imaginary defects in their appearance.”

without getting too into it, mainly because i’m not ready to bare all to a slew of onliners, i was literally consumed with the desire to change my body. you know that photo in sex ed and general psych that most text books and professors will show their students where there’s a super thin girl looking in the mirror, and her reflection is this large woman with a sad expression? yeah, that was me. hey.

lets keep this short. my obsession that began the disorder? my skin/complexion and stomach. and let me tell you why…i was always the pale one (i’m a redhead, we tend to have pale skin), and my ribs STUCK OUT at the very bottom, thus making me think it appeared as though i had four boobs. i mean, whaaat? so i was so skinny that you could see the very bottom of my ribs protruding from my mid section, and i’m freakin 100% irish, can drink most guy friends under the damn table, and have pale skin and red hair. yes, i will steal your soul. but i hated it. the whole thing sort of spiraled until i was utterly disgusted with myself, saw a hippo for a girl in the mirror and very seriously researched laser liposuction when i was 22.

anyway. this all brings me to this point and what i immediately thought of when i watched the clip above, why are we asking ourselves what we’d want to change about our bodies/minds, shouldn’t we be asking what we LIKE about ourselves? well, because humans are naturally negative beings.

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preach! ^^^ you wouldn’t tell your friends they suck and need some serious changing, would you?

yes guys and dolls, we all suck. ha. we’re naturally negative. don’t believe me? check this, our brains use different hemispheres to process negative and positive information because negative emotions and happenings tend to create more thinking, a deeper thought process, and thirst for information about WHY. we replay negative events over and over in our minds, meddle on criticism, and typically use a more harsh vocabulary to describe something poorly compared to describing something pleasant. we typically remember negative events more easily than positive. need more proof or feeling extra nerdy? google professor baumeister’s study with negative childhood.

one time, i described a trip to disneyland and was recounting all the crap that happened (long lines, expensive, crowded) rather than being all like “YEAH! DISNEYLAND! Mickey Mouse! Roller coasters! WOOOOO”

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real talk, ladies. what got me through and allowed me to wipe my hands my mind of this destructive thought process, and rid of a disorder? the controlling of my mind. i had to understand where this negativity was coming from, and why i was being so hard on myself when i literally had no reason to be so cruel to myself. and you can, too.

a lesson after all of this jabber? take a moment to breathe and focus on the positive aspects of yourself. your striking baby blues, killer calf muscles, awesome hair color (can i get an amen fellow gingies???!) stop with the negative banter. it gets you a one way ticket on the pitty train, and ain’t no body got time for that. if you’re not happy with something, make the effort to change it the healthy way, and the sane way. cuz my ladies, we already have to cool our crazy jets and kill the stereotype that we’re all nuts.

be real. be true. be YOU. stop comparing yourselves, and be thankful for the body you have. you don’t get another one. so let me ask you, what do you love about your bodies?

love x,

skinny ginger

PS – who wouldn’t want a mermaid tail? i mean, hello, ariel anyone??!