There's a show down going on in my house

I'm currently on the quest for my collar bones. I know they exist. I just don't know where they are. I successfully haven't had any fried food in a week. I''ve only punched 3ish people and they seem to be recuperating quite well. I'm not being 100% awesome by any means with this diet life change but I'm taking baby steps to get in the habit of being healthier. I'm failing miserably it seems. I feel like I should be updating you on wonderful celery recipes, and telling you how much water I drank to feel full by now but I'm struggling.  

After I walked in after dog sitting for a week these were sitting on the kitchen counter: 


Luckily I've been able to resist them. I want one so badly. But I also want to see my collar bones. Some days I 'm able to resist all temptation then others I find myself eating Frito's like a zombie in my kitchen without even thinking about it.

I have a lot of support and I'm really thankful for it. I just love food so much. Everything about it is wonderful. It's what I look forward to. 
What I really need is Jillian Michaels to hide in my fridge, freezer and pantry and just jump out like a crazy monkey when I reach for something that has high fructose syrup or whatever she hates people eating. She may just hate it when people eat now that I think about it...

 It's a constant battle. One I'm ready to be done with. But I'm going to remain steadfast in me not eating the cinnamon goodness that is in my kitchen. 
I won't. I promise. 

No seriously. I won't. 




  1. I'm here if you need me--hugs! -K-Dubs

  2. What the... Who put a gigantuous cinnabun in your kitchen??? Was there a string attached to it, because that mess is a freakin' TRAP, Jones. Seriously though, that's just not fair. Like, what if you were Tiger Woods. Would his family just bring home a slutty white chick to lay on the kitchen counter? I THINK NOT.

    Okay, I may have gone too far there, but I think you know where I'm going with this. Dear Jones family-- please stop tempting Ashley with sugary goodness. It's already hard enough what with the tv and grocery stores and tummy grumbles.

    If it makes you feel any better, I can't eat sugar or carbs or alcohol for my medical reasons, and it's driving me crazy. I don't know why that would make you feel better, but it's something people say. I'm not trying to steal your thunder, I swear. I just empathize. Why is eating so fraught with complications?!


  3. i enjoy this no fried food approach. i shall jump on the band wagon as swell.

  4. Robyn, you're the best! I'm learning food just isn't a struggle for me. It's some how comforting in a weird way.

    Kristin, you can do it. You only have like 3 rage blacks per day.

    K-dubs you're the best!


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