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Year Two, Day 293: Gut Shots

I am not as sore this morning.

I just had my morning tea, some yogurt and morning prayer.

I had a brilliant idea last night while walking between students houses.  Monday I teach piano in the Woodstock neighborhood.  There is a new "New Seasons" grocery store that I usually avoid because it is a bit spendy. But I really love New Seasons.

So, I was thinking about my new season of life.  I ended up not having to pay the exhorbitant rent prices and deposit I feared. I can practically roll out of bed and hop a few paces to my part time morning job at the church.  My kids are fending for themselves.

What I have been worried about is food.

I do seem to think a lot about food!

Which is part of why I started this blog. It helps me be accountable to have to write about my day. Not knowing who, on the other side of this computer is reading these words.

Kind of cool really.

It's kept me exercising nearly every day for nearly two years.

But alas, I am still obsessed. With food.

When I lived with my daughter and son-in-law, I kind of took over the kitchen. I enjoyed it. Made many crock pot meals. But my daughter is a fine cook. And my son-in-law is quite handy with smoker and makes a fine breakfast.

Good to let them fly on their own. Now, I am in a new era.

I want things to be simple in my life. But one does need to eat!

Part of my food obsession revolves around restaurants.  Every mile stone I remember as a child was celebrated in a restaurant.  Every recital I played, every birthday. One of my fondest memories, to be honest, was going out for a banana split with my mom when I was 12.  I had "become a woman" that day. If you know what I mean.

I have a nice list of restaurants I frequent on my route. I can usually eat a meal for less than $10. But that would add up quickly.

So, my solution was New Seasons! I stopped in after my last student last night and found some wonderful food items that I can keep in the fridge on my shelf and then just grab in the morning. No need to heat up!  I got some yogurt, a chopped cauliflower salad, some boiled eggs, string cheese, an orange, and an avocado. I also picked up some rice crackers to add to my cupboard shelf.  I added them to the boxes of assorted teas, rice cakes and instant oatmeal.

And I found the raddist, most awesome thing ever! A garlic dill pickle "Gut Shot".  We have a strange habit in our family. We like drinking dill pickle brine. Well, apparently it is probiotic! And organic! And more politically correct to drink from a designated probiotic dill pickle container, rather than guzzle the brine from a dill pickle jar, just saying!

I am feeling good about this!  I may have to celebrate with lunch out!

Old habits die hard you know.

I hear my housemates upstairs. They are so wonderful. They start each day dancing to an aerobic video.  This is my cue to get on the treadmill. I think I will find a different mountain to climb today.

My fruit of the spirit today is "patience" (Galatians 5:22-23). I need a big dose of that. Especially staying in the present moment and enjoying life. Rather than worrying about the next moment.

So I wish you a happy and patient Tuesday!

Talk to you tomorrow.



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