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Year Three, Day 14: I Like Dolphins!

Two weeks into my third year of this blog!

And I got off on the right foot this morning!


  • I got out of bed at 6:00 a.m.
  • Stretched.
  • Prayed.
  • Walked-ran 1/2 mile at the track.
  • Hopped on the bus to the gym at 7:00 a.m.
  • Stopped at Starbucks for a hot cup of bitter, black coffee sprinkled with cinnamon.
  • Spoke on the phone to my new friend, "T" from Plenty of Fish. We talked for over a half hour. Very pleasant conversation! "T" is the man with a Greek heritage. And the only one I feel comfortable with and interested in this time around. In the Plenty of Fish app, a woman must watch out for sharks! But T strikes me as more of a dolphin. I like dolphins.
  • After talking with T whilst sipping bitter, black coffee, I headed over to the gym. Did a little treadmill. Did some weights. Sat in the sauna-allergies still bugging me! Sat in the hot tub.
  • Took myself out for a lovely, low carb breakfast at Sunny' s Diner. (Mushroom-Swiss Cheese Omelette with sliced tomatoes)


  • And it is only 2:00 p.m.!

  • Sticking to my routine take a guts. But it is worth . The effort!!  Talk to you tomorrow. Happy Friday!
Love, 

Zita


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