Recipe: Chicken Alfredo

Well, this is 100% not a healthy dinner option. It could be healthy if you made many substitutes, but that’s not how I roll. I use regular pasta, heavy cream, and LOTS of butter.

2 Boneless Skinless Chicken Breasts
2 Cups Unsalted Chicken Stock
2 Cups Heavy Cream
Fresh Grated Parmesan Cheese

First I take two chicken breasts, maybe three, depending on how many people I’m feeding, and cube the chicken. In a heated frying pan, at about the “6” level, I melt a table spoon of butter and then add then chicken. While the chicken is starting to cook I get my pot of water ready. TIP: use a deep, large skillet filled with water to boil your pasta, it takes half the time to get the water to a boil. I would say that it takes about 10 minutes to cook all of the chicken thoroughly. When the chicken is cooked I place it on a plate and stick the plate in the microwave. I don’t microwave the chicken, its just a good place to keep it warm. In the same pan that you cooked the chicken in, is the pan I make the sauce in. I add about 4 table spoons of butter and let that melt before adding 2 cups of chicken stock. I prefer unsalted. I bring the butter and chicken stock to a low rolling boil and let it cook down for about 10-15 minutes. At any point when the water for your noodles is ready, go ahead and add them. Once the chicken stock is cooked down, I add 2 cups of heavy cream. Again I let that come to a low rolling boil. Next I add a container of shredded Parmesan cheese. I don’t use the weird powder kind, like the stuff you sprinkle on top of your pizza, I find that it clumps together and doesn’t make for a nice sauce. I find mine in the cheese cooler next to the produce section at Walmart. Off the top of my head I don’t know how much cheese is in the container, but lets just say 2 cups. That seems to be the theme of the recipe. As the cheese melts and the cream boils it should thicken up nicely. If you find that its not thickening up, add more cheese, or a table spoon of flower.  For seasoning I add 1 teaspoon of Nutmeg, and then salt and pepper to taste. Lastly I add the chicken back into the sauce, drain the noodles, and then serve up.

I apologize for not using 100% specific instructions, I found a recipe about 2 years ago and have the ingredients and steps memorized. I mostly just wing it and go based off sauce consistency and taste. This is Devons favorite recipe, well, anything with pasta is his favorite, but its a fast one that I can make without having to look things up. It really yummy and yields a lot of food and sauce so there is always a good chance of left overs.

My Work Out Plan

Ok, so its been up on my weekly goals for two weeks now, but I have finally figured out a work out plan. Bailey and I are going to be going to the gym Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday morning. I am also going to be going on nightly walks with Devon, permitting we are home and its not 10:30pm. There is a trail that goes behind our new complex and it’s just under 1 mile. Last night when we walked it, my fitness app tracked it to be .95 miles. I also feel like its going to become a bit redundant to post something every time I work out. I mostly am going to be doing the same thing, and its not fun reading, or typing, it over and over again. Instead, I think that I am going to fill you in if something changes. Like if I bump up resistance, speed, distance, the amount of pounds that I am lifting. Stuff like that. I also don’t want to do a weekly photo by photo of me and the pounds or inches I lost. I am still self conscious and not 100% ready to put myself out there and on the internet yet. I also don’t notice a difference in anything yet. I might do that bi-weekly or even only once a month. So I guess, I actually need to do one this week.

Until Next Time



Moving Week

To say that this past week has been crazy, that’s a understatement.

First, as stated in my last workout post, I am currently in the middle of moving. Devon and I are moving in with some of his friends that he has known for a while. Its an awesome three bedroom apartment and we love the location. Its close to the free way and some shopping centers, but at the same time its kind of tucked away and really quiet. We have the most stuff. When our new room mates said that they had not furniture, only their own bedroom furniture, they weren’t kidding. One of them moved in for 30 minutes. That’s all. Just bedroom stuff and a few drinking glasses. I’m jealous. Devon and I are the ones with the living room furniture, and the dining room set, and three book cases (completely covered in books) … Bla Bla Bla. Yeah. Devon and I have been moving in our stuff for like 2 weeks. Slowly the first week, but circumstances at our old place changed and then it was like a really big hustle to get everything out.

Tuesday, Bailey and I did a more “advanced” work out for standards, and I knew that I was going to be sore, but I did not take into consideration what it was going to be like for the rest of the week. Wednesday, poor Devon worked from open to close, yes, that’s illegal, but his shitty job needed him to stay. But while he was at work, I moved the majority of our bedroom over, and the rest of our bath room. He had already, thankfully, moved our queen bed, two tall book shelves, and his giant dresser over to the new place. So I moved over my dresser, my desk, all of the extra boxes of books and things that were on our book shelves, bags of cloths from the closet. Three trips, back and fourth, three stories high, all by my self. Thursday morning I woke up and it was a miracle that I could move. I could barely lift my arms, and my thighs, *cries remembering the pain* … Yeah. So Thursday, Devon and I went back over to the old place because we had to clean all our crap out of the kitchen. you wouldn’t think that the amount of things that we had in the kitchen filled the back of my Ford Escape, but it did .. twice. So more stairs for me. I also somehow messed up my ankle, I don’t know what I did, but standing on my tip toes is killer. But in the middle of our last load of kitchen things, my best friend texts me and tells me she might be in labor and is going to the hospital to get checked out, she will let me know if she gets admitted.

Apparently, everyone says that first pregnancies and labors and births take a really long time. Her due date is July 5. Nope, got a message from her at 9:30pm stating that she in fact was in labor and they were admitting her. I’m freaking out. I’ve been moving all day. I’m in nasty cloths and haven’t showered in two days. My best friend was in LABOR! I’m trying to find cloths that are clean, in a place where I have already moved our closet and dresser over to the new place. She convinced me that I should stay home because she was only at like 6cm and the doctor didn’t think the baby would come till the morning anyways.

Friday morning, 8:08am I get a text message for a picture of a sweet, beautiful, healthy, baby boy. my best friend had a baby. I still cant believe it. We have known each other since middle school, 11 years. She is like my sister, I essentially have a nephew. I went over to the hospital and got to hold him. Two sweet hours after he was born. He is so tiny. My arms twitched while holding him. He is the lightest thing I had carried all week. I did cry. I never thought that I would cry while holding a baby that was not my own. I spend all of Friday at the hospital. I was supposed to go back to the old place and clean and what not, but one of the old roommates is still packing and so I felt it would have been pointless. So I just sat with my best friend, holding her son, and talked about life. It makes me want a baby so bad. But I know that now is not the time. Devon and I want to have good, respectable jobs before we do anything crazy with our lives, and that means both of us have to go back to school. We will have our own baby in our own time. I mean, I’m only 22, so what’s the rush?

I wish that I could say that the moving was over but its not. Our old roommate is a camp counselor and is leaving today, to go to camp. She just signed a lease this morning for her new place, and we have offered to move her stuff out for her so that way we can be out of the old place by Monday the 3rd. So, while everyone is moving things tonight and tomorrow to help Tiff, I will be cleaning. Yay for not lifting anything?


Work Out 6.27.2017

Where to begin. I know its been about a week since my last “Work Out” post, but I have worked out and been productive in this week. First, Devon and I are currently in the process of moving into a different apartment, so about two times this week we have moved a car full of boxes. Currently at the old place we live on the 3rd floor, and at the new place, we live on the 3rd floor as well. Also, last Wednesday, I went up to Lake Tahoe. Didn’t do any exercising there, unless you consider walking five feet and firmly planting my butt in the sand for four hours as “exercise”. Thursday, I did get up early with Devon and picked up Bailey and went to the gym. I had a post all typed up, but I was doing it at work, and my internet decided to fail me and I lost it. I guess that’s what happens working in the basement of a concrete dome. (Fleischmann Planetarium). The weekend happened, I was lazy, lots of fast food, hamburgers and French Fries are a gift from the heavens. Monday I slept in, Devon took the car and I packed and cleaned the apartment some more. Now its Tuesday and we are up to date, go team!

Anyways. Got up early with Devon. I find in the summer I don’t mind getting up as early, 6am, as I do in the winter. I rise about three hours after the sun does. I wish I was kidding, I’m not. I enjoy my sleep. Ok so, up and at ’em, Got Devon to work, and picked up Bailey and hit the gym. We started with the elliptical, which is what we did on Thursday as well. I typically go about four or five minutes pedaling/walking forward and then reverse for a minute and do that twice for a total of 10 ish minutes. The fancy machines at the school gym I was telling you about, remember that? Yeah, I could be on a resistance level of like eight and just pound away at that no problem; however, at this gym, I was on a resistance level four and I want to kill my self. My thighs were on fire, my calves felt like they were being ripped out of my legs. I was dying. I look over to my right and there is some lady running a marathon on her elliptical. Good God, I don’t know what level she was at, or what kind of Olympian she is, but I aspire to be able to do that. I for sure thought that my legs were going to give out on me after getting off the machine, and it was only for TEN MIUNTES! Gotta build up that endurance.

After a short break we hit those circuit machines that only have one function and you adjust the weight and follow the directions. Do you know what I’m talking about? I hope so. We did one that was representative of bench presses, bicep curls, squats, thigh abductors, thigh adductors, this thing you swivel on and it destroys your abs, and then an abdominal crunch. They weren’t easy, and I find that I am having difficulty with raising my arms a little. As I type this up I can feel my biceps twitch a little. The ultimate goal is to be able to steadily increase the weight limit and increase the amount of reps that I do.


This is Me



So this is actually me. Not just a small, hair done, make up flawless, photo of my face. This is me with no filter, no make up, no fancy camera angle. I am 248.8 lbs here. I wear a size 18 pants, L/XL shirts depending on the material. This is the heaviest that I have ever been, and ever want to be. I’m going to make that change.

Work Out 6.19.2017

Well, today is the day. First day. I have a new gym pass, a new gym buddy, and surprisingly a lot of energy and motivation to get going.

Devon works at 6:30 am and so I, for the first time since graduating, have gotten up with him. Usually I take him to work because we only have one car, but I come home and go back to bed. Sometimes I can sleep till 11:00. But this time, I was up and getting ready at 6:00 and ready to go. Dropped him off, picked up his sister, my work out buddy, and we hit the gym. My university just spent somewhere around 3 million dollars on a new state of the art gym,. but that means that the gym pass is absolutely sky high. So we ditched the swanky place and hit a smaller local chain. I cant say how I feel. I have used the new gym at the school, and let me tell you, its really nice. All of the equipment is new. There are 4 levels, the majority of the equipment is faced towards a window so there is something nice to look at. Nice locker rooms, and fun daily classes that you can sign up for. I might have bit my self in the butt by choosing the cheaper option… But I’m a broke college student with a crappy part time job and I’m moving soon, I cant afford the fancy gym.

Anyways, the first treadmill that I jumped on was out of service. No big deal, I’ll move to the next one over. Well, the next one over what the squeakiest treadmill that I have ever hear. Thank the lord for headphones and loud music. After chugging along on the treadmill for 15 minutes, I got off and went to one of the stationary bikes. Not the kind that you sit on for actual bikes, or for spin class, but an actual seat. I was biking for about 15 minutes there too. I’m not super comfortable with using a lot of the machines around gyms. So, I kept it pretty simple. After, my work out buddy, WOB, went and threw all our hard work out the window. Not completely, we got fruit smoothies. I steered clear from anything that had dairy, or the sugar from some of the juice additives. I don’t know if it was the best option to choose, but there were worse.

A while ago, like a few years, when I was going to the gym on a regular basis, I had a pretty good routine. Once I establish one of those again I will be sure to share. For now, here are my stats.

Treadmill: 15 min 0.80 mi
Bike: 15 min 3.36 mi

Starting                                                   Goal
Weight: 248.8 lbs                                   Weight: 155 lbs
Height: 5′6″                                            Height: 5′6″
BMI: 40.0 Obese                                    BMI: 25.0 Normal


Hello and welcome. My name is Chloe and this is my personally public diary. There are many things that I hope to accomplish on this journey and with this blog, but those can be saved for a later post. For now, we begin with introductions and all the necessities of getting started. I feel that it might be more interesting to start with the current events of my life and work my way back, no one wants to read about something that happened when I was five.

First off, again, my name is Chloe and I am 22 years old. This past May 2017 I have graduated from The University of Nevada, Reno with a Bachelors of Science degree in Speech Pathology and Audiology. Eventually, one day, in the future I will be going to graduate school to receive my Doctor of Audiology Degree, AuD. My passion is audiology and be warned, there will be times I’m sure that audiology related things will pop up in my posts. I already apologize because I can talk about audiology for hours.

Second. I have been in a relationship with a guy named Devon for a year and eight months (as of the date of this post being published). I know some of you all out there might roll your eyes at me, but I have met my soul mate. He has only been in my life for a short period of time, but I can’t begin to tell you how much my life has changes, for the better, since I have started dating him. As stated in one of my favorite movies Juno 2007 “Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.” – Mac McGuff. He has been with me through a lot in the past year, and I don’t know anyone else in the world that I would want by my side. So, if you come across his name in any posts, now you know who he is.

Third. I am blessed with a large family. My mother and father never got married when realizing that they were pregnant with me, and for a long time when I was little I struggled with have parents who weren’t together. I was jealous of my friends who had both of their parents at home with them. As I got older I realized that I was actually very fortunate for the way my parents relationship with each other worked out. I can say that it’s probably better than them being together and then getting a divorce, I can’t imagine what that kind of heartbreak does to a family. My parents both married someone else, and I have many aunts and uncles, grandparents, cousins, and even brothers and sisters that I wouldn’t have if my parents stayed together. I was also born into a “young” family. on my moms side there is only a twenty year gap between each generation. So, my math friendly friends out there, that makes my great grandmother only about 85 years old. I have been blessed with not experiencing loss in my family until very recently.

Fourth. My Papa. This paragraph is probably something that is irrelevant to the purpose of this first blog post, but he’s important to me and I feel he needs mentioning. His name is, was, Stephen Rodgers. He was one of the biggest influences in my life. He was kind, loving, smart, funny, and everything that a grandpa should be. In September 2015 he was hit by a car. They were inside of a neighborhood so they weren’t going fast, but this individual flipped a U-turn without looking and hit my Papa while he was on his moped scooter thing. He wasn’t killed, just badly injured. He was in and out of hospitals, rehab centers, he had in home nurses, and was starting to get better. In January 2016 he collapsed suddenly in his garage while getting ready to leave for work, he was a professor at the local Everest University. Doctors didn’t know what was going on. There was little to nothing that could have been done to help. I visited him shortly before he passed away and there are many things that I regret. I hated how scared I was to be in his room, hooked up to machines and unable to move and talk. I couldn’t be in there for more than a few minutes and I should have stayed longer. I should have sat and talked with him, but I didn’t. February 2, 2016 my Papa passed away. That was the first major family loss I have ever experienced and its still very hard for me to come to terms with. Its hard that there are so many things that I want to share with him and tell him about but I cant. I try not to be bitter about and toward the woman that hit him, but its very hard.

Fifth. I am not a Nevada native. I am originally from Colorado. When I was in 5th grad, my stepdad got a job promotion to move out to Las Vegas. I lived full time with my mom, and while I had the  option of staying in Colorado with my dad, I decided to move to Vegas. I used to play the what-if game. I know my life would be drastically different if I had chosen to stay in Colorado, but now that I am where I am, I’m glad I didn’t stay. While I physically hated Las Vegas with a literal burning passion, I loved the life I had there. I love the friends that I made, and the opportunities that I had. I love that I got to go to college up in Reno. I love Reno. While I miss the cool and casual Colorado, and I one day hope to go to school there, I think I have found my home in Reno.

Lastly. I guess I should say something about me. I’m a Taurus. If you believe in the zodiac mumbo-jumbo like I do then you will know my personality right away. I am fiercely loyal, I like sleep and food. I can be a little crazy at some moments, but for the most part I am cool and steady. I don’t like change, I am deeply rooted in my weird personal beliefs but I am very accepting to what other have to offer. I love learning, not in the conventional text-book way, but by experiences and doing. My element is earth, which I feel is very important to me and those around me. I am also House Gryffindor. Yes. I am a Harry Potter nerd, sue me. I love reading, and writing. I play clarinet and I love almost all genres of music. I wont tell you my political opinion because well, I don’t have one. I am weird and quirky and have an unnatural love and obsession for potatoes. I hope that you guys start to pick up on my personality over the next few posts. I don’t know how well it will convey over written messages but we shall see.


Until next time,