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Yesterday was awesome.  The kids and Bob had given me a 1/2 day spa treatment for Mother's Day, so I finally used it.  I enjoyed a massage, facial, and mani pedi.  The last facial I had was about 10 years ago....so I was concerned I would find the facial a bit intrusive.....someone touching my face?  Truth be told, it was a little weird, but nothing I couldn't get past:).  While I was enjoying the face mask, the specialist massaged my feet and calves.  Needless to say-a restful morning that was really lovely.
I did something a few weeks ago that has totally made me feel great.  I threw my scale in the trash.  Literally.  It was at the curb.  For years, I have weighed myself every day and my attitude toward the day has been dictated by a number.  It's been so burdensome and has impacted my family significantly.  Since I have more time this summer, I have been at the gym more, running, cooking better and healthier, so whatever the number is, I don't need to know it.  I am holding myself accountable now not by a number, but by activities, good nourishment, drinking tons of water.  I know once I return to work that maintaining this approach will be harder, but my plan is that now that the routine is built, I can maintain and not reinvent.   We'll see how it goes, but my mornings are much more pleasant.  And I know myself better-and can hold myself accountable in different ways.
Along the food line, my garden is out of control with cherry tomatoes.  Seriously, they are so prolific it's unreal.  I had to find a use, so searched my Food Network Magazine and found a solution.
I roasted 3c of cherry tomatoes in olive oil and kosher salt for about 15 minutes.  When they came out of the oven, I added sauteed garlic and mashed the tomatoes.  It made a beautiful, chunky sauce.  I put it on rigatoni, added 1/4 c torn basil leaves (also from my garden!) and slices of fresh mozzarella.  I thought it was delicious-Bob did too.  Sadly, no one in the under 8 crowd here shared our delight, and I found myself making fish sticks.  Crap.  So in the midst of self improvement, there's that.  Fish sticks, apple sauce, and the sticky counter.
But no scale.

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