Not one to be outdone by a scale, I ventured forth into the day with most of my wits about me. After a pleasant (albeit abbreviated due to extreme foot discomfort) stint on the elliptical (which is close to the treadmill, which was occupied by my resident spirit coach, mr. dooferhoofer--he of the boundless energy and enviable metabolism), and more heavy-stuff lifintg, I spent a few minutes sprawled on the floor ogling the latest fashions in Vogue (scary thin still looks scary thin in an obnoxiously floral tent dress, but amazing tulip shoes just make it work... what can I say), then snacked briefly on a couple tasty Newman's fat free fig bars (I like them just a little better when they've been exposed to air and have just a bit of crunch around the edges) and headed out the door for yoga class. Yin flow, fabulous, even with the gawkers passing by the windows in droves headed for the upstairs Flower and Garden show--perhaps we'll head over there tomorrow, if for no other reason than to try once again to find access to the skybridge that spans Pike St. between the Convention Center and that other building where we once saw Bodies on display. Another story for another time, though it's been brought to mind a few times while reading over the past few days.
Yoga was glorious though--Sharon is glorious. Everyone should have such a teacher. Tomorrow I've promised to bring the foil so we can block of the distracting ceiling light that won't turn off and light as we see fit--flourescents not necessarily lending themselves to meditative bliss (though we've made do for almost 2 months now). Post-workout #2 of the day, I treated myself to a crunchy bowl of apple-cinnamon Square-Ems, a cereal that's so fun to say you almost don't want to eat it, except that it's unbearably delicious. Especially with dried cranberries and raisins. Drool. Square-Ems-Square-Ems-Square-Ems-YEAH!
Spent a little time getting irradiated in a tube--a must for any freckle seeker--and then shopping for foodstuffs. Today we decided to make some chili (a first for me), and it was moderately successful, in that it will be fantastic heated up tomorrow once the potatoes get a chance to soggy up a bit more. Also tried my hand at some from scratch jalepeno corn bread--hoooooooey! That was some damn tasty fare, especially with just a touch of rose hip jam drizzled over the top! I had no honey, so used some agave instead--not as sweet but oh yeah yum. After more reading and some Cure Trilogy-watching, we hit the dog park to spin outdoors with the Heelys. So.Much.Fun. (even with the resulting inner thight cramp... I will live).
The day being so divine, we decided to sit outside on the balcony and watch the sun set over Puget Sound (and counted 17 different cranes in the process of building things to block some piece of our view--must enjoy the Needle while we can... *sigh*). Later on, I fired up the gas stove for my favorite meal of late: blackened garlic prawns (this time with just a touch of the remaining agave syrup) and steamed broccolini with honey toasted almond slivers and a splash of ponzu. I can die happy. Or sit awake and read happy. I'd prefer that, yes, as I hear the afterlife cafeteria leaves something to be desired.
Tomorrow beckons--more yoga, more cardio, more napping in the sunlight. I love the weekend.
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