Archive for November, 2011

Sweet Potato Soup

I made this delicious soup last night. It would be great to add to the menu for American Thanksgiving or as a heart-warming fall soup. I’m so thankful to celebrate two Thanksgivings every year—Canadian and now American. I believe Thanksgiving is one of those holidays best celebrated every day of the year … without the indulgences.  

Happy Thanksgiving, Healthy Junkies! May we all find plenty to be grateful for today and every day!  

Sweet Potato Soup

Serves 8-10 (bowls)


  • 2 tbps butter (or olive oil)
  • 2 large onions (chopped)
  • 2 stalks celery (chopped)
  • 10 carrots (chopped)
  • 3 lbs sweet potatoes (chopped)
  • 8 cups vegetable (or chicken) stock – or less depending on desired consistency
  • Pinch of cinnamon, nutmeg, sea salt and pepper
  • 1 cup pumpkin seeds
  • 1 tbsp olive oil


  1. Cook onions, celery and carrots for 5 minutes in butter
  2. Add sweet potatoes and vegetable stock and bring to a boil.
  3. Decrease heat and simmer until sweet potatoes are soft.
  4. Add spices.
  5. Blend using a food processor or blender.
  6. Mix olive oil and sea salt (to taste) into pumpkin seeds
  7. Roast pumpkin seeds in toaster oven or oven at 450 F
  8. Sprinkle pumpkin seeds on top of soup in each individual bowl when ready to serve.

Scale Obsessed

When I was twenty, the day after Halloween—after gorging myself on candy—I told my family and friends something like, “That’s it! I’m going on a diet and I’m going to be 120 pounds again if it kills me.” For awhile, I weighed my food, counted every calorie and told restaurant servers I was allergic to oil and egg yolks.  

What I had failed to remember was I hadn’t weighed in at 120 pounds since before my growth spurt, before I was a teenager. Why did I think 120 pounds was my ideal weight?

I weigh 147 pounds! Wow, did I just write that out loud? Yes, I did. That’s right! I’ll spell it out for everyone to hear … I weigh one-hundred and forty-seven pounds (at the moment)! I suppose I could weigh less. I’m guessing many women at a height of 5.8½ inches weigh less than me. Who cares? I’m fine with it! Like for real, fine with it. I used to obsess about my figure but just don’t anyone. I’m well within my targeted healthy weight and best of all … I’m healthy.   

Many of us are obsessed with the scale. We’re consumed and miserable about our weight. We continue on with the same unhealthy lifestyles and somehow expect the dial to change. We attempt diet after diet, digging ourselves deeper into the quicksand of the diet conundrum.

With ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­75% of Americans overweight or obese, and 61% of the Canadian population at an unhealthy weight, North American bodies are hungering more than ever for nutrition. How is it possible with the prevalence of the scale and the relentless surge of new diets, we’ve become fatter than ever?   

I don’t know about you, but I find counting calories and weighing food depressing. Of course portion control is necessary. But what’s more important is the type of food we’re choosing to ingest: No need to control portions of vegetables. For almost all of us, once we start eating for health—only vegetables, fruits, legumes, whole grains, nuts, seeds and lean meats—our bodies come into balance. Our bodies find a healthy weight. It’s what our bodies want to do. It’s what our bodies are programmed to do.

I no longer worry about my weight (well almost never) because I eat well and exercise regularly. I’ve noticed the only time I complain about my weight and figure is when I stop putting the energy and effort into my health. I no longer look to the scale for answers. I look within for answers. I may never be model-skinny-like, but I sure am healthy-like.