First banjo lesson was aMAZing. Heaven's fingerprints are all over this.
I am back from the gym already. Ten minutes on the treadmill. Zero stress, but still movement in the right direction. At this writing, I am sweating mushrooms in a little butter and olive oil. They will be joined by masses of raw spinach while I am in the shower. And I think a smoothie may also happen.
(It did.) I also fried up the lean ground beef in the same pan with a generous splash of Worcestershire sauce. Some of it joined the spinach and mushrooms in my bowl. Not a conventional breakfast, perhaps, but delicious. And one I hope will stick with me for awhile.
My house smells heavenly. And I used up the strawberries and mushrooms before they went bad.
I'm keeping a food diary for the next couple of weeks, to discuss with my trainer when we meet again.
Going to the temple tonight but will only nip in and do a few initiatories. I am out every night this week, and Saturday is pretty full. I need to do laundry, and I want to make music.
Speaking of which, Mel bought herself a purple violin. We are looking forward to chamber music together.