Today as I began my day, I felt like there had been a shift. I got up and got dressed for my run. No inner whining, or procrastinating. It's just what I felt inclined to do. I headed to the trail. Felt strong. I walked half a mile and then I ran 300 consecutive steps!
I spent a good part of the day with my daughter. We stopped at a Saturday Market near the house. She brought her dog, Honey. We bought a bag of wonderful, fresh vegetables and shared a spinach and cheese tamale.
Then we went home and prepped food for lunches for the week. My daughter Taylor has been so supportive of my positive life changes.
It is rather late. I was relaxing, watching an episode of Downton Abbey, my newest addiction, when I realized I hadn't blogged today!
I feel good, but I am feeling a bit sad today. The senseless shooting in Charleston are weighing heavy on my heart. This morning in church, we bowed our heads and prayed for the victims, their families, their congregation, their community. And we prayed for the shooter. Even though earthly justice will prevail, we prayed for his soul. For him to feel remorse and to come to know God. Many tears were shed.
I intend to keep blogging. I am not just doing this to get skinny, or even to get fit. I feel like this is good for my soul. Running is just the subject, but so much humanity happens along the way.
Blessed Sunday.
Zita
I spent a good part of the day with my daughter. We stopped at a Saturday Market near the house. She brought her dog, Honey. We bought a bag of wonderful, fresh vegetables and shared a spinach and cheese tamale.
Then we went home and prepped food for lunches for the week. My daughter Taylor has been so supportive of my positive life changes.
It is rather late. I was relaxing, watching an episode of Downton Abbey, my newest addiction, when I realized I hadn't blogged today!
I feel good, but I am feeling a bit sad today. The senseless shooting in Charleston are weighing heavy on my heart. This morning in church, we bowed our heads and prayed for the victims, their families, their congregation, their community. And we prayed for the shooter. Even though earthly justice will prevail, we prayed for his soul. For him to feel remorse and to come to know God. Many tears were shed.
I intend to keep blogging. I am not just doing this to get skinny, or even to get fit. I feel like this is good for my soul. Running is just the subject, but so much humanity happens along the way.
Blessed Sunday.
Zita
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