tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52262568384257624002024-03-13T11:19:19.575-05:00it starts with piethis is the story of how i made pie, started running, and fell in love... with my kitchen, and with putting one foot in front of the other. this is my journey. welcome.ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-52146305718522641872019-03-09T00:03:00.002-06:002019-03-10T12:31:42.471-05:00how online dating earned me a 6-month prescription for antidepressants and sleep aids.This entire story should be prefaced by the following – I’ve been in some kind of a relationship with a boy or a man since I was 15 years old. I’ve been married twice, and the father of my beautiful twins is neither of those former husbands. I’ll leave the timeline of those events for your wild imaginations to work out. And I haven’t even told you about the drummer in college who dumped me in a ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-1609769583788832912018-05-30T22:06:00.001-05:002019-03-10T12:17:25.724-05:00umami is just a fancy word for MSG.Let's skip the whole "Why haven't you blogged in more than a year" conversation, and jump right to Sambal Oelek. I have a deep love for Sambal Oelek. My love for Sambal Oelek knows no bounds. Sambal Oelek, or "S.O." as i like to call it (significant other = Sambal Oelek, fitting for my current stage of life), is my perfect dream food because it combines my love of spice (8-12 dashes of ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-21953019085064773972016-01-09T14:04:00.000-06:002016-01-09T14:16:38.517-06:00a look back on 2015, the "after" that just wasn'tas i look back on my blog posts from 2015 (that encompassed all of january through march, and then 4 random posts this past fall), i'm sad. okay, not really sad, more, just disappointed. in myself, in my wavering commitment, in the fact that i spent the year continuing to be a fatty-face. now that i've hooked you with this positive introduction, please don't leave! it's gonna get better. i ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-38801950515218694202015-11-23T13:52:00.003-06:002019-03-10T12:28:09.098-05:00fuck you, pioneer woman... and other thoughts.Did I get your attention with the title? Did I? Well, you're welcome, and thank you for continuing to read as we get to the point of this post.
Here's the deal. I love watching the food network. I especially love watching the food network on Saturday mornings, while still in my pj's, drinking extraordinary amounts of black coffee. There was a time in my life when I would try at least 3 new ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-55803376111614857532015-10-17T15:08:00.003-05:002015-10-17T16:29:22.982-05:00real food days 3-5, and a recipeas far as eating whole, real foods instead of fake wanna-be-foods that are more sugar and chemicals than real nutrients, days 3-5 were about 85% on track. the truth is, i still have a couple bags of dutch crunch potato chips in my house. and when i'm tired and stressed, i just want to shove all.the.chips into my face. so, now that i've done some grocery shopping and successfully pushed the potatoashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-82782931643074083102015-10-13T21:37:00.002-05:002015-10-13T22:25:59.721-05:00real food day 2.today was amazing! totally awesome! couldn't have been better!
just kidding. it fucking sucked.
not food wise. but, like, every-other-thing wise. let's go back to my old format and walk you through my day by the critical moments.
6:30am. up and at 'em. our division of labor among the spouses since the kids started school is that i'm in charge of picking out the kids clothes/approving their ownashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-34034427278278156032015-10-07T10:45:00.000-05:002015-10-07T12:57:14.623-05:00there are words. so many words.it's been a while. it's been so much of a while that i don't even really know where to start with what to say as far as my absence, what i've been doing, the weight i've lost, then gained. blah, blah, blah, boring, boring, boring. instead, i'll just write a story and share some words. because i tried to post this as a facebook status, and The Facebook blocked me (too many words). so. enjoy.
my ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-87152735356904804282015-01-09T12:02:00.002-06:002015-01-23T10:48:27.136-06:00after yesterday comes today.i didn't post last night because i was busy being a mom and relaxing after a long day. sorry i'm not sorry.
7:15. "ugh, i've overslept again. and i do not have time to eat before leaving for work. but if i don't put something in my face i'm gonna wind up eating a bagel or a cinnamon roll and then crying in despair..." so i whipped up a quick green smoothie: sunwarrior proteinashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-11615065041797232782015-01-07T20:15:00.001-06:002015-01-23T10:49:24.314-06:00after the antibiotics fuck you up.
if you don't like complaining, skip this post entirely. or at least scroll down until the shitty food pictures start.
dudes. i've been sick for 6 weeks. it's not an exaggeration. i headed to urgent care on december 27th because i had been sick since thanksgiving and finally had to admit that i couldn't breathe, and received my first nebulizer treatment as an adult. i also got a round of ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-54720529726841069972014-11-04T13:09:00.003-06:002015-01-23T10:51:09.608-06:00strongrrr.that's right, stronger spelled with a "grrr". i wanted to write what i'm about to yesterday, but i needed some time to sit with it, perhaps even sleep on it. so i did. and in the fresh light of today, i still want to say what i'm gonna say, so i'm gonna say it.
my blog post on 10.06 generated a lot of comments on the facebook. most of the comments were along the lines of ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-69652981854681513002014-11-02T10:03:00.004-06:002015-01-23T10:51:29.129-06:00tomato soup on halloweenhalloween is always kind of crazy at 1918 quincy street. i usually work a full day, then come home to rush the kids into their costumes so we can go trick o' treating before it gets too late/too dark/too cold. after asking strangers for candy while dressed in disguises (this really is quite strange, isn't it?), we come home and the kids are wired in anticipation of the sugar-coma. ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-44544872642687987552014-10-21T20:08:00.002-05:002014-11-04T16:21:42.867-06:00i know what you're thinking...actually, no. no, i don't know what you're thinking. but i have enough clarity of thought today that i figured i'd sit down and get it all out for you, my lovely readers.
it's been an interesting couple of weeks since i last posted. let's start with last week's journey through fresh hell. nash had this massive relapse of bronchitis that we thought she was cured from. but 3 days after round 1 of ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-57627081874007318712014-09-30T20:08:00.004-05:002015-01-23T10:52:58.533-06:0021 day fix. day 16.today was an awesome day. last night was a shitty night.
i got into bed at 9:30pm, hoping for a night of restful sleep. what i got instead was a night of restless sleep. despite the melatonin supplement, i could not turn my brain off and tossed and turned most of the night. it didn't help that the few times i did fall asleep, nash came into the room. but that's besides the point.
5:30. alarm ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-18756391940976413322014-09-29T20:35:00.001-05:002015-01-23T10:53:33.259-06:0021 day fix. get on your feet.to anyone who may have noticed (chirp, chirp), my last post was on tuesday of last week. that was day 9 of my second round of the 21 day fix, and today is day 15. so, it's been 6 days. where have i been and what the f*ck happened? get ready for all my bullsh*t excuses cuz i've got a whole list of them.
(quick poll: should i continue to use the * symbol in my curse words or just type them ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-35082898178204957632014-09-23T20:35:00.001-05:002014-10-06T13:07:22.003-05:0021 day fix. r2d9. it was a good day.i needed to have a great day today, after not working out all weekend and eating whatever i felt like. and today was exactly the day i needed. you're gonna hear all about it.
with all the rampant gun violence, maybe it's too soon for this to be funny?
5:30. alarm went off. i got up and hit snooze. and then you know what i did. yup. i crawled back in bed. i laid there and thought about how ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-22512601359134313382014-09-22T20:10:00.002-05:002014-10-06T13:07:21.991-05:0021 day fix. round 2 day 8.you'll notice that i did not post on days 6 or 7, nor do i really want to talk about days 6 or 7. mmm'kay? mmm'kay.
you can fill in the blanks as you wish. on to today!
5:30. alarm went off. i turned it off and crawled right back into and under the warm blankets.
6:30. woke up to the fresh smell of monday morning regret. okay, so i'm being a little hard on myself... the weekendashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-22896784075714020352014-09-19T18:30:00.000-05:002014-10-06T13:09:28.524-05:0021 day fix. r2d5. give me back my black t-shirt.
why don't you just go ahead and let the above video play while you read the following.
"give me my money back you b*tch" is apparently the war cry of both the federal and minnesota government as they persist in demanding money from us. for anyone who cared to notice my signature last night (certified mail is never good news) we received a notice in the mail that a couple ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-15764543333259770672014-09-18T21:38:00.004-05:002014-10-06T13:07:21.981-05:0021 day fix. r2d4. whatever."whatever" is the only thing i have to say about this day. but rest assured, there's a lengthy blog post that follows, so i obviously have way more to say about this day.
i did not workout today. i was supposed to get up and go for a run, but my knees are bothering me (mom, stop freaking out). it's just because i ran 2 miles on tuesday and hadn't run at all in two weeks, and i probably ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-7377612871750648872014-09-17T20:20:00.003-05:002014-10-06T13:07:22.014-05:0021 day fix. r2d3. bagel thy name is Shame.let's start today's recap by getting this out there in the hopes that the more i talk about it, the better i'll feel:
last week the badger said "who is this guy, and why do you like him so much?"
i don't really, it's just that he's everywhere. and i find that endlessly hilarious.
there may come a day when i can eat bagels, and today was not supposed to be that day. but i overslept, i wasashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-72207594750857922442014-09-16T20:37:00.002-05:002014-10-06T13:07:29.237-05:0021df. r2d2. that's right.that's right. i just made a star wars reference. how incredible am i?! pretty incredible.
r2= round two. d2 = day two. here we go.
5:30. alarm goes off.
5:33. i turn off alarm.
7:00. husband walks into bedroom with a strong cup of coffee... "um, honey? it's seven o'clock."
7:05. up and at 'em. getting up at this hour means i will automatically be rocking what i call "day 2" or ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-22678325978593309222014-09-15T20:12:00.003-05:002014-10-06T13:07:29.217-05:0021 day fix round 2. i regret nothing.i hope ya'll are ready for really sh*tty pictures of food and preexisting internet memes, because i'm bringing it back. i'm bringing it all back.
it's been a hairy couple of weeks. i wish i could say that i've been working out and running and eating only kale and chicken and oatmeal for the past few weeks, but i would be a lying whore if i said that. when i made it to the end of round 1, i was byashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-82718903347309969512014-09-03T20:54:00.005-05:002014-09-18T12:18:58.276-05:00this is the life!the title of this blog post is brought to you by my daughter nash, who has applied this phrase to both appropriate and not-so-appropriate moments. appropriate: at the grand ely lodge, looking out over a flat boundary waters lake while reclining in beach chairs: "this is the life!" not so appropriate: sitting on the toilet, going poop, waiting for me to wipe her: "this is the life!" not so sure ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-31354786136969963172014-09-02T20:52:00.000-05:002014-09-18T12:21:40.747-05:00to inifinity, and beyond!so today could be considered by many to be day 23 of the 21 day fix, but it's not called the "to infinity and beyond" fix, it's called the 21 day fix. so i'm outside of their time frame and doing my own thing now, but still sticking with the fix eating plans and workouts. is that allowed?
i've created a lot of good habits for myself in the past 21 days, but my old habits are ashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-87374109304573288842014-09-01T15:34:00.002-05:002014-09-18T12:23:25.183-05:0021 day fix. finished... for now.i have more to say than this, but if you are pressed for time, here's my 21 day fix for dummies soundbite: move more. eat real food. eat smaller portions and eat more often. these sounds like simple rules, because they are. and if you stick with the rules, it's gonna "work" for you, whatever your definition of "it's working" may be.
it's been 3 solid weeks. and save for five days when we wereashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226256838425762400.post-39293534235539310262014-08-29T19:25:00.003-05:002014-08-29T22:21:29.031-05:0021 day fix. day 19. cheese.you guys. i did it. for the first time this week i got up at 5:30 and got in my workout. i'd like to thank my entire family, including the dog, for sleeping through the night so i could sleep.
i like to do burpees in my living room.
i totally love starting out my day with a good sweatfest. post-workout, i feel like i miraculously, in 30 minutes, lost the 20 pounds and got those flat abs as iashley rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13929727141099644722noreply@blogger.com1