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Year Two, Day 30: Social Anxiety and Me

I was very brave last night.  I attended a social function. And I lived to tell about it!

It was actually quite pleasant. Despite the humidity.  It was a gathering of choir members from the choir I accompany.  We were gathering to celebrate the end of the year and the performance of the Mozart Requiem.

A group of choir members picked me up in the neighborhood of my last student of the day. I made a stop prior to my last student to pick up some goodies to share. Macarons from Trader Joe's.  The package said to "keep frozen". I was a little worried about anything staying frozen yesterday in the heat. But thankfully, as I was waiting for the bus in front of Trader Joe's I felt a few droplets of rain.

My macarons survived nicely until they got to the party and were happily gobbled up by hungry choir members!

The house where the party took place was in the John's Landing area of Portland. In an older, beautiful home with an evening more beautiful yard. The woman who hosted the party is a gardener by profession. We walked around ooing and awing at her flowers, plants and foliage.  Some plants were positively science fiction appearing. I had never before seen the likes of them on this planet! All artfully planted. It was like walking amidst living, breathing art!

I did feel awkward, as usual. But I expected it.  I just put on my best smile and loaded up my plate.  Then I sat with some members I knew and talked and listened. I noticed that in my angst, I said some ridiculous things. But we were all drinking wine. So...hopefully my words will evaporate into the mist.

I was drawn to the food table like a magnet. I went back several times and just walked around the table, thinking.  Admiring.  Trying to make wise decisions about what to eat. It was a celebration after all! No need to be uptight about EVERY meal (uh-huh and that is how the slippery slope begins!)

Actually I am proud of myself. I don't think I offended anyone. And I did not overindulge. Too much.

It still has not rained today. But it is in the forecast for tomorrow!

Here is my food and exercise log for yesterday.  Happy Wednesday!

Food Log 06/07/2016
9:00 a.m. Water
10:00 a.m. Earl Grey Tea, black
11:30 a.m. "Overnight Oatmeal" (Made in the crockpot the night before): Oatmeal, apples, walnuts, dried cranberries, topped with plain Greek yogurt and 1 T brown sugar.
12:30 p.m. Water
2:30 p.m. Cauliflower tabbouli (I made a traditional tabbouli, but subbed minced raw cauliflower for the bulgar wheat), 1 hard boiled egg, 4 small turkey meatballs, ice water
3:30 p.m. 1 gluten free granola bar
5:00 p.m. 2 rice cakes spread with 1 T almond butter, and 1/2 T grape jelly, 1/2 cup pumpkin seeds
5:30 p.m. 1 large unsweetened iced tea/lemonade (I added one packet of raw sugar)
5:40 p.m. 1 shrimp salad roll from Trader Joe's 
7:00 p.m. Choir Party: Eggplant salad, 3 slices of hard chees, 3 macarons, 3 pieces shrimp with cocktail sauce, 3 gluten free crackers and hummus, 1 small piece baguette with butter, 2 deviled, 1/2 cup coleslaw, 1 glass red wine, 1 glass sparkling cranberry cider.
10:00 p.m. Water

Exercise Log 06/07/2016
11:30 a.m,. 15 min walk to MAX
12:00 p.m. Weight training at the gym: Lat pull down - 50 lbs, 1 set of 15; Shoulder Press - 40 lbs, 1 set of 15; Chest press - 50 lbs, 1 set of 15; 50 crunches, 2 laps in the pool, 5 min stretching.
2:00 15 min walk home from  MAX
2:45 15 min walk to MAX
9:45 15 min walk home from Max

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