Lately I’ve been keeping an eye out for grain free, sugar free breakfast ideas.  Thanks to The Primal Blueprint, I’ve been feeling this urge to put a little space between me and my typical breakfast of champi-oats.

Ask and apparently you shall receive!  Didn’t a recipe for a bitter chocolate pumpkin cake land in my virtual lap?  I saw it here first at Heather Eats Almond Butter and then clicky clicked my way over to a Spoonful of Sugar Free for the original recipe for this wonder of sugarless, no grain, breakfast wonders.

Once upon a time I was that girl who tried and tried to lose weight and never saw any real, lasting results. While I never had a huge amount of weight to lose, I did know I wanted to be slimmer than I was for what felt like the majority of my life.

The post-pregnancy weight was always a little scary but eventually came off after each pregnancy with the addition of some moderate exercise. Then in early 2008 when I found myself back at my post-pregnancy weight and I hadn’t just had a babyI knew it was time to get serious.

Brought to You by the Letter Y

November 5th, 2010 | Posted by Alison Spath in Breakfast - (3 Comments)

Never does the second to last letter of the alphabet look as good as it does on a cold and rainy Friday morning.

The Letter Y

I find it a tad ironic that I hit the Y to avoid getting cold and wet, only to go inside and get cold and wet.

Full Pool

Actually, the Y is pretty warm which makes swimming much more enjoyable compared old, cold, damp and dreary place I use to swim laps in the old ‘hood.  Today was my first early morning swim session this season and it was easy to jump right in and get moving.

1.  I failed to remember to charge my Garmin before bed last night, thus I ran today with my old school (now seemingly very little in comparison) digital watch that doesn’t tell me anything fun or exciting.

Little Watch

2.  My left arm felt amazingly light with no 3 lb garmin strapped to it.  So light in fact that it kept creeping up toward the sky and I had to hold it down with my other hand lest every person I ran past wonder if they were supposed to call on me to answer a question.

I De Clare War

December 17th, 2009 | Posted by Alison Spath in Dinner Time - (14 Comments)

After what seems like the 100th day in a row of packing and hauling toys and household items to the new house, I found myself blanking once again when it was time to figure out what on earth I was going to make for dinner tonight. I think I made 6 trips back and forth between the cupboards and the fridge with one hand glued to my cheek due to pure puzzlement. I finally waved the white flag and made giant salads of green leaf lettuce, the last of the spinach that expired two days ago, grape tomatoes, carrots, red bell pepper slices, hemp seeds and Annie’s Goddess Dressing.

Banana Nut Balls for Breakfast

September 30th, 2009 | Posted by Alison Spath in Breakfast - (17 Comments)

I took yesterday off from exercise so a run was in order first thing this morning. A quickie 4 miles in about a half hour, home to whip up an Averie inspired breakfast.

I think I need to send Cuisinart a thank you note because I use my food processor almost every day. Or maybe they should send me a thank you note for featuring my food processor on the blog almost everyday. YOU’RE WELCOME CUISINART!

She Missed the Bus

September 8th, 2009 | Posted by Alison in Life - (12 Comments)

Today would have been Ava’s first day at school. Kindergarten, to be more precise. But as the saying goes, she missed the bus.

She Missed the Bus

I’m very grateful that the homeschooling seed was planted in our minds early on because it took me a while to get comfortable with the idea. I use to resist the instinct to hyperventilate at the idea of NOT schooling our kids in the traditional sense. But fortunately we have a large homeschooling community in our area and we’ve gotten to know a lot of homeschooling families and kids, including a couple of incredibly amazing grown up homeschoolers.  I know that homeschooling DOES indeed work and the pros easily out weight any cons. This confidence enables me to take a picture of a school bus driving by the house this morning and I can continue breathing in a normal fashion.

And the Award Goes To

August 18th, 2009 | Posted by Alison in Late Night Craziness - (16 Comments)

Lots of awards to hand out today, let’s get right to it.

The award for today’s Best Accidental Lunch goes to:

Dates and AB

Dates with Almond Butter! We’re going to need four awards, one for each of them.

The award for the Most Unoriginal Snack goes to:


Watermelon. Boring.

The award for the Messiest Watermelon Eater:

Messiest Watermelon Eater

Oh! That’d be me! I’m honored. I don’t even have a speech prepared.

We’re presenting the Barbie with the Craziest Hair and Worst Tan to:

Barbie Award

Get the Funk Out

August 11th, 2009 | Posted by Alison in Breakfast - (13 Comments)

I awoke this morning feeling like I spent yesterday in a haze. I’m not sure what’s up but I am bound and determined to bust out of it today. Maybe because I hadn’t had green juice or run since Saturday? Not enough fresh fruit yesterday? Cooped up inside an air conditioned house and no sun on my skin? Well you can bet your hiney I’m checking all those things off my list today come hell or high water.

First things first, a perfectly ripe, sweet, juicy, organic white peach. Phew that’s a lot of adjectives for one innocent, delicious, little peach. Oh look, more adjectives.

Let’s Pretend

August 8th, 2009 | Posted by Alison in Life - (11 Comments)

After the race this morning we headed out on our next adventure. Open water swimming.

Open Water Swim

Um no, not me. I sat on the blanket and ate lunch. Zak and Shawn swam a mile around some buoys out on this lake, to help Shawn prepare for his triathlon next month. I do the running part, Zak does the swimming part. How handy are we as friends??

Lunch Spread

Ava pretended she was a deep sea diver.

She's Ready

I pretended I haven’t eaten this sandwich 100x already this week while also pretending Maxine wasn’t sitting in my lap lest a grain of sand get in between her toes.