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Day 342: Shoes Over Food!

I bought some new shoes yesterday. Walking sandals. So comfortable. The weather is getting warmer and my old walking sandals had worn out in the fall. I decided I needed to reward myself for my hard work. Usually food is my reward of choice. But I am a changed woman! Shoes instead of of food! :)

And I deserve this reward! 342 days of self examination, improved eating, prayer, study, exercise and I've blogged about it every step of the way!

Yesterday was a very good day. I began with prayer and journaling. Then I spent about an hour practicing piano. After which I grabbed a few Apple slices smeared with goat cheese,and some water and headed to the gym. That's when I decided to stop off at Famous Footwear and look for some new walking sandals. I found them! On sale!

Got them. Did a quick upper body workout, stretch and sauna at the gym.. then back home I went for lunch with my daughter. She had made gluten free pasta with vodka sauce and Turkey kielbasa. We had a beef rutabaga stew in the crockpot that was wafting a divine smell through the house.

I finished lunch, with a cup of coffee and more water and flew out the door for a rehearsal with my cellist for today's concert. On the way, I stopped at the store and grabbed some unsweetened iced tea and Kind Bars to add to my snack of yogurt, rice cakes and cheese. After rehearsal, I taught group piano classes for 4 hours. Then I was off to a private student's house. Then, home for beef rutabaga stew, more water and a bit more piano practice. I put the new Star Wars movie in, but fell.asleep less then halfway through. It tickled me to wake up to Star wars music blaring at 12:30 a.m. The force is strong with me!

A good day indeed! It is now 6:00 a.m. time to greet another wonderful day...
Happy Saturday! :7


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