Remember to ALWAYS read the labels of what you’re cooking with! Some calorie counts depend on what brand you’re cooking with, and you may find yourself making a higher cal meal than you planned, or even a lower cal meal. These are all pretty filing but I don’t recommend trying them all out in one day despite them being very low cal. Trying them all can leave you with a stretched stomach and wanting to binge the next day.
All recipes are vegan 🙂
1. Cold pasta salad
½ bag Shiritake noodles- 20 cal
1 Cup of cherry tomatoes- 27 cal
3 tbsp of lemon juice- 9 cal
½ tablespoon pesto sauce- 40 cal
(Optional ½ cup shredded green leaf lettuce for additional 3 cal)
Total- 96 cal
(shiritake noodles are actually zero calories because the Yam starch they’re made of is indigestible however I ALWAYS count low calorie foods a little more. I feel like 20 cal is reasonable for 2 cups though. Acknowledge that they will show up on the scale until they pass.)
2. Buffalo cauliflower wings
2 cups of pan steamed cauliflower-60 cal
-Sauce
Cayenne pepper 1 tbsp- 17 cal
Garlic powder ½ tbsp- 16 cal
Rice vinegar- 14 cal
Hot sauce (red tobasco) 2 tablespoons – 15 cal
Salt (to taste)- 0 cal
Simmer over stove and stir (You can adjust ingredients to taste but be aware of too much salt and added calories)
Total- 120 cal
3. Light salad
2 cups of cut green leaf lettuce- 10 cal
½ palm comfortable tomato- 11 cal
18 banna pepper rings- 10 cal
½ cup of chopped cucumber- 10cal
Total- 41 calories
4. Veggie hummus lettuce wraps
3 full uncut green leaf lettuce leaves- 5 cal
½ tbsp of hummus ( spread on each leaf)- 38 cal
Dash of lemon pepper (½ teaspoon on each leaf)- 5 cal
½ cup finely chopped baby carrots (evenly distributed on lettuce leaf)- 25 cal
½ cup finely cut cucumber- 16 cal
½ cup of quartered cherry tomatoes (distributed to taste)- 14 cal
Total- 103 calories
(I round up to 105, and you can double for 6 wraps for a total of 210 cal)
5. Sweet nutty Celery stalks
Stevia Syrup-
Add about 8-9 packets of stevia packets to 2 cups of water and bring it to a soft bubble on the stove. After its been reduced considerably, store it in the fridge until it reaches a syrupy consistency
4 stalks of medium celery (4-5 inches)- 20 cal
¼ cup of ground or very fine chop pistachio- 82 cal
Drizzle stevia syrup onto the celery sticks and then dust with the pistachio chop- This was the lowest cal alternative to Peanut Butter celery sticks Its very green tasting and pretty light but it definitely satisfies the salty sweet cravings I get.
Total- 102
6. Apple sweets
½ gala apple- 40 cal
Slice and add to a pan with the bottom just covered with water and cover. Cook on a low heat until caramelized and browned (drain juice from the pan!!)
Add cinnamon (1 tsp)- 6 cal
Triscut Thin Crisp Crackers- 9 cal each cracker [54 cal] (6 crackers)
Total- 100 cal
7. Stuffed Portobello Mushrooms
2 large portobello caps – 40 cal
¼ cup of tomato paste (half on each mushroom)- 25 cal
1 cup of chopped green leaf lettuce (distributed) – 5 cal
½ a tomato (chopped and distributed)- 11 cal
4 tbsp of brown rice (2 to each mushroom)- 54 cal
Bake in the oven on tinfoil at 350 for 25 minutes You can leave out the rice, but I find with it in, it is actually a pretty filling meal. Eating filling low cal meals sometimes makes me feel really piggy, but they really help with preventing binges and overeating for me. Remember to drink A LOT of water with saltier dishes.
(For a lighter meal, make one stuffed mushroom)
Total- 135
8. Spicy jackfruit rolls
½ cup The Jackfruit Company Tex Mex Jackfruit (frozen, cook in closed pan with water until hot)- 70 cal
Divide into fourths and roll in one lettuce leaf (5 cal for four full green leaf lettuce leaves) Repeat once again for 8 lettuce rolls
Again these are pretty filling but they are really great for lunch especially if you need the energy. They’re also fairly spicy so they curb my appetite very well.
is it fucked up that i wanna starve, not only to be skinny, but to hurt myself, and make others worry about me. i deserve to starve, and i want others to see im hurting, i want people to watch the weight dropping off and worry for me
Anyone else feel like they have lowkey toxic parents? Like not enough to consider them ‘abusive’ because they’re still lovely people but enough that you constantly feel like shit because of things they say without thinking and if you were stable you could laugh it off with them but you’re not goddamnit and they make you feel like shit.
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When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.
In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.
And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.
And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.
And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.
And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.
And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him.
And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.
And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.
And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.
Its very green tasting and pretty light but it definitely satisfies the salty sweet cravings I get.
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