Exercise, Running

More Soup and a Funny Morning

As promised, here’s my soup recipe for those of you unfamiliar with the Soup Phenomenon. The basic rule for making WW-friendly soup is to use as many veggies as you can, avoiding potatoes/lentils as a thickener. These cost points. Cauliflower is a great alternative.  The only thing I use in my soup that is not zero ppts is a ham stock cube (1ppt) and a splash of skimmed milk (from allowance). This recipe serves eight, so if you want to be anally retentive, track 1 ppt for every eight bowls 😛 Please bear in mind you need quite a big pot, I use a 5-litre 2-handled job and there’s plenty room to spare. It also freezes well.

Gem’s Nearly-Zero Soup – Serves 8

  • 2 onions
  • 1 large leek
  • 4 carrots
  • 1 stem broccoli
  • 1 cauliflower
  • low-cal oil spray
  • Fresh parsley
  • 1 ham stock cube
  • 3 litres boiling water
  • Spot of skimmed milk
  1. Roughly chop all veg. Spray pot with cooking spray over a medium-high heat. Add onions, carrots and leek, put lid on and sweat for 5-8 mins.
  2. Add broccoli & cauliflower, sweating for a further 5 mins. Dissolve stock cube in 1 litre boiling water and add to pot along with a further 2 litres of hot water (more or less if needed) Season, bring to boil, and simmer for 30-45 mins, until the carrots are soft.
  3. Add  parsley then buzz down smooth with a hand blender. Mix in a splash of milk and Voila! Tasty, standy-up-spoon soup that won’t dent your ppts allowance – Enjoy!

As an aside, I’ve had the oddest morning. I went to meet my work/WW buddy for a walk/jog round the village – I normally jog down to meet her and jog up home. As I plodded down the hill today, I was aghast to see someone running towards me UP MY HILL! Who does that? I thought I was the only nutter….

This man, tall, lean, bearded and well into his sixties looked fresh as a daisy and was going at a fair pace (see? age goes for nothing!) – I have no idea why, but I was grinning like an idiot by the time we met – I think I was quite excited by the prospect of another ‘runner’. Anyway, I said hello and carried on.

Less than 5 minutes later,he’s bypassed me at a great rate of knots coming back down the hill! He asked me if I wanted to run down with him and I then realised I knew him – he was my doctor before he retired (I’d only been to him once.)  My doctor that runs thirty miles a week. My doctor that has never been overweight, smoked or drank in his life. And runs marathons.  By this point, I’d already agreed to run down with him. Uh-oh.

It’s the quickest I’ve run anywhere – I was going pretty hard to keep up with him,  but still managed to have a broken conversation on the way down. Turns out he was running on a knee injury (doctors make the worst patients!) and was ‘only’ doing 4 miles. On hills. At an 8-minute mile. That’s quite quick – I’d have hated to run with him in full health!  He left me at the church where I waited for my friend, and on he went. It was odd and tiring running with him, I’ve got so used to going on my own at my own pace, but left me with a nice feeling afterwards. (My legs, however, did not agree) I also noticed we had the same shoes. Weird.

While waiting at the church, one of my customers from work appeared round the corner. Running. He’s been trying to persuade me to go out with him for ages, but I swear blind this guy is a machine. Anyway, he wouldn’t let me sit and wait, so I ran a lap of the village with him (legs are crying by this point) and arrived back round in time to see my buddy arriving. I was so glad to be able to walk for a while, knowing full well I still had the nasty run uphill home to do. That would have been fine, but work buddy had other ideas. She’s been practising. We ended up jogging most of our route. Damn her enthusiasm!

Needless to say I didn’t make it all the way back up home without walking, but had a pretty good bash at it. Although it was a thoroughly odd morning, it was nice to see that our little village has it’s own little running community that will happily support old, injured, well-versed,chubby, any type of runner as long as they are out there. It’s left me with a warm feeling inside, but not quite that of the searing heat in my poor, tired thighs.


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