I’m not as physically active as I’d like to be. I’ve had a lot of health problems over the past year (plus?) and they’ve yet to be resolved and because of that I’m not able to do all the things I’d love to be able to do. A few years ago I was able to run six miles without stopping, I’d attend Zumba classes multiple times a week, I’d kick and punch and lift weights and I felt so powerful. In my mind I still see myself as that active person because I loved being her so much. I know that I will be her again, I just have to be patient (and do anything it takes within the next few months to figure this all out).
I’m still able to get out and be active a bit, and today was one of those days. I could tell it was a good day from the moment I woke up—I didn’t feel dizzy or lethargic—I felt alive! I waited for the sun to go down a bit & then I headed out on my bike. This beautiful park is less than a mile from my house, and no matter how many times I visit, its beauty never ceases to amaze me. I grew up in Houston and the moss, bridges, and four-mile trail that surround Greenfield lake are so unlike the skyscrapers and asphalt I was so accustomed to. Every time I visit I feel at peace and this evening was no different.
I think part of the reason why I’ve waited so long to introduce myself to the tumblr sphere is because I had this mold in mind that I wanted to fit into before I put myself out there. I wanted to be able to workout five days a week. I wanted to eat healthfully AND be active, and I wanted to blog about both. But what I’ve come to realize, partially while on this ride, was that I don’t have to be anyone but the me I am right now. That the me I am today, right this second, is more than enough. That I will cherish the days I am able to ride or run around, and I will do my best on the days that I’m not. I can use these days for planning and creating—I am not bound by my body’s limitations. My words can flow freely without telling of sweat and miles and an escalating heart rate. It was a really freeing ride and one that I desperately needed.
The calorie burn wasn’t too shabby, either ;)
I like to bake, love to bake actually, but I’ve never been one for the whole cooking thing. I can make a killer omelet! But if it doesn’t include eggs, I’m usually out of luck.
So, with someone special I decided to try cooking a new recipe every week. We figured we’d alternate picking them out, and this week it was my turn—and our first go at it!—and I chose chicken avocado cream enchiladas. Pinterest is my savior.
Avocado, cheese, tortillas, and cilantro? Count me in. Healthy, too? Have mercy.
I had to cook the chicken first, and I did so with the fear of Gordon Ramsay within me. No raw bits, all deliciousness. I’m not sure he would have been proud but he wouldn’t have thrown it back at me, so that’s definitely something.
The avocado cream sauce was to die for. I WILL be making this another time—plenty of other times—to dip tortilla chips in. Or maybe just to scoop up with a spoon. It tasted like the freshest guacamole I’ve tasted with a little extra kick. I really wish my entire house smelled like cilantro. Or just me, do they make a cilantro perfume—would that be weird?
The recipe said to put 1 tsp of cheese in each enchilada, but who are we kidding? I’m a firm believer that cheese is the ultimate food group, it’s always been my weak spot. We won’t talk about how much cheese actually went into this dish—but oh boy were they heavenly.
If last night was any indication, these weekly try-out-a-new-recipe dinners are going to leave me overly stuffed & beyond satisfied. It may be silly, but I couldn’t have been more proud pulling these lovelies out of the oven, or sitting down to devour them at the table.
Cooking night week one was a SUCCESS! Entire pan was wiped clean in just a few minutes ;)