Currently (March 2018 Edition)

Sup? Happy Friday!

Currently (March 2018 Edition),

I have a bunch to talk about today, so let’s get to it shall we!?

Currently I am…


1. Rogue Combat Club. I’ve been spending a little bit of time getting my butt kicked at Rogue Combat Club over the past week and, I have to say, it’s a lot of fun. Last weekend I attended a Jump Rope Mechanics class there and the ticket price included a week trial to the gym. To be completely honest, I’ve never been too interested in kickboxing. I’ve tried some classes in the past and my lack of coordination and anxiety about not knowing what I’m doing led me to leave classes early, never to return. That said, my good friend Jenn works at Rogue and my other good friend Mary Beth teaches yoga there, so I decided to give kickboxing another try. I arrived at the Saturday morning Cardio Kickboxing class feeling pretty nervous, but the coach and people in the class were really welcoming and patient with me. I’ve attended one other kickboxing class so far and I still haven’t gotten over feeling a bit silly about my lack of coordination but I know that, like anything, the more I practice, the better I’ll get. I look forward to seeing how I progress. The jump rope class was awesome, too. Jenn taught the beginners group and even though I wasn’t able to do ANY of the tricks she taught us (not a comment on her teaching skills at all, completely my lack of coordination), it was so much fun. I learned about common mistakes beginner jump ropers make and why it’s a great workout. And, let me tell you, between kickboxing Saturday morning and jump roping right after, I was suppppper sore on Sunday, but in the very best way. We even got to keep our jump ropes, which the instructors cut to the correct length for each of us. I look forward to improving my jump roping skills and will definitely attend another workshop if they do it again.

2. Podcasts. I seriously don’t know why it took me so long to start listening to them. I only have three that I am listening to consistently (see the ‘listening to’ section below to see which ones) but I’d love to add some more. Please tell me in the comments which ones you love!

3. Love on Netflix. This is SUCH A CUTE SHOW. It makes me so happy. I’ve binged about a season and half of it so far, so no spoilers if you watch it. If you don’t watch it, check it out. It’s so fun!

Excited for:

Cake and Pie Buffet from Short Street Cakes for our wedding,

1. The “surprise” birthday cake from Short Street Cakes Jeff ordered for my birthday party on Saturday. Obviously not really a surprise because I’m wayyyyyyyy too picky so let’s just pretend, OK? To be fair, I don’t know exactly what flavor it will be or what it will look like. I just gave him a few parameters to follow. What I do know is that it will be delicious. The cake and pie buffet at our wedding was from Short Street and it was sooo good!

2. My birthday on Wednesday! Yes, I’m an almost-31-year-old woman who still gets ridiculously excited for her birthday. Don’t judge me. I’m even more excited because Jeff took off and we get to spend the whole day together. We’ve both been super busy lately so I’m really excited for some uninterrupted quality time.

3. Our second InstaMeet! I’m writing this post on Thursday afternoon so technically this will have already happened by the time this post goes up, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m excited about it! The first meet-up Holly and I hosted was so much fun and I expect this one to awesome as well!


1. Strong. Earlier this week I hit a new back squat PR: 135 lbs. When I first started at Strength Ratio last August, I never ever thought I’d be squatting this heavy. I remember when the 35 lb bar felt like it was too much to handle and now I’m squatting 100 lbs more than that. It just goes to show that getting in better shape is a marathon, not a sprint and I am so excited to celebrate this non-scale victory!

2. Sore. The last two weeks have been my most active in a lonnnnng time and I’ve definitely had some days where walking up and down stairs felt torturous. If you’re curious about my routine this month, check out the post I wrote about my March Workouts. Note that in that post I mentioned some workouts I had planned at Ladies Workout Asheville. Well, we had some scheduling conflicts and I ultimately decided that it wasn’t the gym for me. Trust me, though, I’m doing more than enough.

3. Flattered. I was recently asked to write a guest post for the Healthy Living Blogs website about how to conquer your first Instagram Takeover. I’ve also had quite a few people ask for advice on using Instagram and blogging. To be honest, this is all a bit surprising to me because I feel like I don’t know what the heck I’m doing a lot of the time. I think I’ve just lived on the Internet for a while and have learned some tricks along the way. That said, thank you for the encouragement and I’m happy to help in any way I can.


Spring Vegetable Frittata with Breakfast Potatoes,

1. This Spring Vegetable Frittata.

2. Pasta with Roasted Sweet Potatoes, Feta and Arugula.

3. Lots of quesadillas.

Listening to:

1. PODCASTS! Specifically Adult Sh1t, Hannahlyze This and Not Too Deep.  I really like Adult Sh1t because they talk about a lot of relatable mental health topics. I also love the silly Twitter contests they hold weekly. Last week they had listeners tweet them Stupid History facts and this one cracked me up:

2. Feel it Still – Portugal. The Man.
3. You Are Mine – The Avett Brothers (let’s be real, I’m always listening to The Avett Brothers)
4. I Can’t Wait– Star & Micey
5. Novels of Acquaintance – Rising Appalachia


Hole Doughnuts, Asheville, NC,

1. Hole Doughnuts. All day. Every day. Also, is it ‘Doughnut’ or ‘Donut’?? I posed this question in a poll on my IG stories, but the results were too close to call. I NEED TO KNOW.

2. This cocktail from The Times at S&W, which is served in a decorative vase. To be honest, I think it’s a little much and definitely hipster AF but I’ve never enjoyed an adult beverage from a vase before. Have you? Plus the drink sounds freaking excellent so, ya know, #YOLO.

3. To visit Chicago. I blame Erin. I’ve never been. Somebody take meeeee!

4. All of these shirts from Fat Bar Apparel.

What’s up with you lately? Have an awesome day! <3

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Hey Blogfaces! It’s my birthday!

(Yes, I just called you a blogface. It’s my birthday. I do what I want)


I’ve officially entered the last year of my 20s and I have a beast of a post today to celebrate. So grab some coffee or wine (or both!) and let’s get to it, shall we?

I originally planned to post a list of things I hope to accomplish in my 29th year- in fact I had already written the post.  Then, as I twisted my body into all sorts of ridiculous positions in yoga last weekend, I had an epiphany. OK, epiphany is kind of a strong word, but, again, it’s my birthday, I say what I want. Instead of writing about what I hope to accomplish over the next year (I’ll probably write a separate post about that), I want recap each year of my 20s leading up to today! Sound good? Good.

Warning: Some of this post is very detailed and very emotional (because that’s what your 20s are about after all!). Proceed with caution. 



To be completely honest, I don’t really remember much about the first year of my 20s, but knowing what I do about myself, I’m pretty sure I probably thought I was SO old and SO awesome for not being a teenager anymore. I’m the youngest of three so I was probably excited to not be seen as a baby anymore, although I’m pretty sure my mom still thinks of me as the baby of the family.  I’d also officially been in my longest relationship ever. Jeff and I met when I was 18 and he was 20, so a two-year relationship was a pretty big deal for me.  At 20 years old, I had never touched an alcoholic drink in my life and wanted nothing to do with it. Sad, I know.  Yes, 20 was a pretty uneventful year- little did I know the adventures that lie ahead.



Oh, 21. My golden birthday.  I remember sitting at the DMV with Jeff waiting to get a new ID without UNDER 21 plastered all over it. This is the year my mom officially considered me an adult. Up until then I had a curfew, couldn’t stay in hotels with Jeff or stay overnight at his house (I did anyway- shh- don’t tell my mom). I remember fighting with her about it up until the day BEFORE my 21st birthday, and then it was like something switched. Suddenly I was 21 and could do whatever I wanted. I had my first alcoholic drink at midnight on the 21st: a malibu bay breeze at an 80s night at a night club in New Paltz, NY. I couldn’t drink a cocktail that sweet today if I tried.

21 was the year I moved out of my parents’ house and in with my boyfriend. Not only that, we moved 2.5 hours away to go to school in Albany, NY. Both of my brothers lived at home until they were 30 (to be fair, they lived in the separate apartment in my parents’ two-family house), and they each stayed nearby when they finally moved out. So when I announced that I was moving out at 21…with my boyfriend…two hours away, I think my parents just about exploded.



22 was a pretty big year. Not only was I adjusting to moving out of my house for the first time and starting at a new college, I was adjusting to moving in with my boyfriend. If you’ve done this, you know that it definitely takes some time to get used to each other’s habits and quirks.  But we’d been together for 3 years at that point so slowly, but surely, we adjusted.  I started 22 as an English major and ended as a Journalism major.  I loved writing and telling stories.

22 was the year I started this blog, when I combined my love of writing with my sudden desire to become healthier and lose weight. Hard to believe I’ve been blogging since I was 22! From 22 to 23,  I wrote this blog religiously and lost 30 pounds along the way.  I learned all about the blogging community, from Jillian Michaels to Oats in a Jar and I made tons of online friends that I still connect with today.  At 22 I also made one of my best IRL (in real life) friends, Jess.  They say the friends you make in college will stick with you forever, and that’s so true for Jess and me. In fact, she’s one of the bridesmaids at my wedding this year.



In February of my 23rd year, the doctors started to get serious about a lump I’d found in my breast. I kept this off the blog until August 2010 when I finally decided to share my story for those readers who might have been going through/had gone through/knew someone going through the same thing.  I went from February 2010 to October 2011 without knowing if the the lump was dangerous.  My attempt to have it removed in October 2010 failed and the blogging community came out in droves to support me.  I wouldn’t find out until 24 that it was benign, but that I’d continue to need ultrasounds twice a year for the next several years just to make sure.  At the time it was the most traumatic experience of my life. I had no idea then what 24 would bring.

23 was also the year I graduated college, but not before I interned and freelanced for a local paper, where I wrote about vegetarian-friendly restaurants in Saratoga Springs, reviewed Counting Crows and Goo Goo Dolls concerts, and talked my way on  to a Dave Matthews Band Tour Bus and filmed a video tour- something my editor never expected, and what eventually landed me the freelance gig.  I also met another great friend, Mareesa, who is also one of my bridesmaids.  Oh, and I can’t forget to mention that 23 was the year I became a vegetarian.



24. Just thinking about this year brings tears to my eyes. 24 was the year I lost my father. If that weren’t enough, it was also the year Jeff lost his father, which, at the time, was not something I felt comfortable revealing on the blog. 24 was a really crappy year. Just three months after graduating from college and a few days after I turned 24,  Jeff and I moved out of our first apartment in Albany and back into our childhood homes. I moved into the spare apartment at my parents’ house and Jeff moved 40 minutes away with his mom and brother. Looking back now, I am so grateful I got to live with my parents during that time.  At the time I couldn’t believe I was living at home again, but I also had no way of knowing my father would pass away just seven short months later.  I’m so glad I had that time with him.

24 was the year I stopped blogging as much, because there was too much to share and not enough that I felt comfortable sharing.  In August 2011, Jeff and I broke up for a month and he moved to Virginia.  But, as fate would have it, he got in touch with me the day after my father went into the hospital and we got back together.  24 was the year I learned that you never truly know what it means to grieve a loved one until you’ve actually experienced it. Sure, I had lots of ideas of what it would feel like to lose someone close to me, but having it happen was a whole different thing, and even now, almost five years later, I’m still learning new things about what it means to grieve. 24 was also the year I learned life truly is so short and unexpected, so it’s important to value all that you have while you have it because it won’t last forever.



After living at home with my mom for six months after my father died, I packed my things and moved to Virginia to be with Jeff. At that point we’d lived apart for an entire year but adjusting to living together again was easy. I landed my first post-college job as an executive/editorial assistant at an office in Washington, DC and very quickly learned how to navigate life in a big city (Note: I hate the metro).

I spent 25 adjusting to my new home, working a full-time office job, and still very much in shock from losing my father and the year went by in a flash. Before I knew it, we were at the cemetery having the unveiling ceremony for my father.  The next weekend, I was a bridesmaid in my best friend Dara’s wedding. We’ve been friends since preschool so this was a huge day for us (yes, us, not her and her husband or anything). Dara will be my matron of honor this year and I’m so happy for that.

As you can imagine, this all of this left very little room for blogging, and so life went on, undocumented.



26 flew by too! Jeff’s job sent him to San Diego for work for the whole month of March, and the day after my birthday I flew by myself for the first time ever to join him.  San Diego was beautiful and I decided I wanted to live there immediately (which happens whenever I travel to a new beautiful place).  Then, in June, Jeff and I flew to Los Angeles and drove the Pacific Coast Highway to San Francisco. It was one of the most memorable trips I’d ever taken.

Fast forward to October and I wrote a blog post about how I was forgiving October.  Two years after my father passed away, my family and I honored him and all that he loved by spending the weekend in one of his favorite places, Newport, RI.



27 was another tough year. I think it was the year that the shock of losing my father finally wore off and my anxiety went into overdriveMy family suffered another devastating loss in July and during the months leading up to it, I experienced the worst health anxiety of my life. My hip started to act up in March but as I’ve explained in a previous post, the doctors didn’t realize it was my hip until seven months laterwhen they told me I’d need hip surgery.

On top of this, I was working a job I absolutely hated but felt too trapped to leave.  The highlight of the year was our epic 15-state road trip in Augustwhen we drove from Virginia to Utah and back again in two weeks. This was the year we fell in love with the mountains in Colorado and what eventually drove us to move to Asheville (Colorado was too far from our families). At the end of December, I left the job I hated and underwent hip surgery two weeks later in January. Two of the best decisions I’d ever made. I got my anxiety under control and by my 28th birthday, I was feeling a whole lot better.



28 has been the best year of my 20s to date and I’m just a tiny bit sad to see it go. After spending three months in physical therapy post-surgery, my hip felt brand new. I started a job at a small market in Virginia with a huge focus on sourcing locally, including produce from the owners’ own farm. 28 was the year I became very invested in the local food movement, which is another reason I fell so in love with Asheville (Ashevillians are HUGE locavores).  I did a lot of things at that job that I never in a million years would have pictured myself doing at 22, from making slow cooker refried beans that we actually sold to customers to cleaning fresh chicken eggs straight from the owners’ farm.  In July, we visited Asheville for the first time with Jeff’s family and completely fell in love. So much so that we decided to pick up and move. A little less than a month later, Jeff proposed after 10+ years of dating and I dove headfirst into wedding planning. Just last month, I fell in love with blogging again and now, here we are, with a book long post about the years leading up to my 29th birthday.

All in all, there have been many ups and a lot of downs during my 20s, but they’ve definitely made me the person I am today and I’m excited to see what this year will bring!

I know some of you have been reading this blog from the beginning. That means you’ve followed along for most of my 20s and I find that completely incredible and am so thankful! Hope you stick around for my 29th year!

Happy Birthday to me!

As always, thanks for reading and have a wonderful Rebecca’s Birthday Monday. <3

I’m linking up with Marvelous Monday and Julie’s Best of Blogs March Linkup!

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